June Bloom is a time of Fruition and when the distance draws back and reflects it happens upon something like dense flecks the leaves in position of remonstrance alive were the moments of life's questions they neither were answered nor forsaken but cling as as as certain as always throng they gather they cluster they diminish before there were preceded with finish their inertia so innocent they blend the wild poppies with their faces flushed there is no where there as where as when but
June Bloom is a time of Fruition and when the distance draws back and reflects it happens upon something like dense flecks the leaves in position of remonstrance alive were the moments of life's questions they neither were answered nor forsaken but cling as as as certain as always throng they gather they cluster they diminish before there were preceded with finish their inertia so innocent they blend the wild poppies with their faces flushed there is no where there as where as when but
June Bloom is a time of Fruition and when the distance draws back and reflects it happens upon something like dense flecks the leaves in position of remonstrance alive were the moments of life's questions they neither were answered nor forsaken but cling as as as certain as always throng they gather they cluster they diminish before there were preceded with finish their inertia so innocent they blend the wild poppies with their faces flushed there is no where there as where as when but