The not-so-secret garden of Lola Veva
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Time, sweet
howbeit swift--
Leave behind
a seed--
sorrow, forgotten
joy, timeless
howbeit swift--
Leave behind
a seed--
sorrow, forgotten
joy, timeless
revelry
Dedicated to Lola Veva, the woman who raised my best friend, my better half. To him you are a gem; a source of strength and boundless love. The fiercest of storms have no power over your garden, for you have planted more than what seeds can give.
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