She knew a lot, to forge darkness To call the devil for a convocation Around the middle tree Encircled by the serpent The genius of her The genius of herself Made gobshite of men rabble around her Like sand of the sea Procuring everything she were hawking The genius of her The genius of herself Made her receive trolley approvals Made her triumph Nobel titles Made her secure several jobs, a norm Made her triumph a lousy prize The virus The genius of her Nature imposes tears down our eyes, But reason finds it difficult
In this collection, our thoughts and feelings we impart, with every word, we lay our souls bare, with hope that you’ll find comfort, inspiration, or art. As you turn each page, our thoughts you’ll share. So let us journey together, hearts to heart.