Inspiriled Poem by Natasha LaTulip

Commith December with ith' I remember
and bring me forth to my temperance.
Lay
to not on silk
but too is on grass of green and fields of
washed mountain trailing hills.

Yoo is the image if a memory
too is the leg of ingaiging hearts and ingaiging minds.

Daffodills of many raindrops of few
gliston gracefully from shadows
like snow flakes on eye lashes
in a solstic of a new.

Amber-cherry grains and oceans of the heart
in size of forever
in the misty mourns of April.

Live
dead of memories
and into this
a sand clock of embrace and co exhistance.
Into this if the after
in whitch before become of birth.

Ruffles of silver
beyond banks of the lost.
Into the life of searching into life of toss.
Ridges of unendings and muscles
of feather
speak no more.