The bride turns around So they make a way For girls to go round And catch the bouquet
Category: Art x Poetry
Guardian
That honeybee, Defends their hive, So it stings me, And dies in five.
Wander
We're searching for Greener pastures, Let's toast to our New adventures!
Blobs
You see those smirks? That telltale wow? Those smooching chicks, And a pink crow.
Olive
Soft morning light, Plus chlorophyll, Just wait one night, And grow you will.