Upon her passing
Her heart blooms
Bursting in joy
from concrete bounds
from concrete bounds
now released
with wings spread
Fanning flame
Rising
Bursting free
Of the pain
Rising still
Her glory be.
Ascending.
Ascending.
NOTABLOG / g.g. Nota - Nothing longer than a lazy Sunday drive, or as quick as a whizz by - there is no chronology or explanation, just snapshots, both visual and verbal. Check out the MENU in the drive-through ARCHIVE. But above all, enjoy the ride. .
