Little yellow bud
Called a weed by those who do
Not understand hope
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
How does it work?
Oh wow! You knocked it out the park with this one! Well done, Joelle!
A great outlook on such a small thing 🥰
love this so much!
This one is my favorite so far!!! The last line really adds the masterful touch.
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Oh wow! You knocked it out the park with this one! Well done, Joelle!
A great outlook on such a small thing 🥰
love this so much!
This one is my favorite so far!!! The last line really adds the masterful touch.