Poem By jessie kollar
stuck in the moment, wandering about uncontrolably.
stuck like glue and enchanted by your smile.
a dusty rose and a little buttercup has wandered into the field now
of wildeder flowers.
happyness and fortitude has bestole my heart... glory has no bounds and
a licence is not needed this time to make my soul compleate...
a new phase has its destination aroused with antisapation. I am loveing this new world and you dusty rose and the butter cup will some day feel and trust compleatly