NovDoodle Olivia’s Sign
Tears of joy and sorrow
A journey into the cloud…
Tears of joy and sorrow
We can pick a bouquet to take home for tonight’s dinner table with our families.
darkness appeared again like a storm cloud’s slow approach on November days
The edges of her smile turned up, instead of the black scowl that usually lined her face.
Chaos of light swirling with and to overcoming dark…
He who demands…
the sun overhead sparkling on the golden sun
the lovely, lacy fronds of the Junegrass– color: twilight
Lacy fronds colored twilight
A dull light saber…?
Was there hope for Olivia?
We of the universe, part and whole
Ignore what is not true to you
Traditions, updated.
The first words
When you follow a dragonfly…