Pickle Power

Pickle and her glasses

There are echoes inside me.             Millions of resounding chimes.             That speak of rising future-scapes and temperamental climbs.

These eyes reflect my vibrancy.
This laughter, my starlit song.
Each dimple writes a symphony.
That sings my soul along.

These echoes, they enfold me.
Time slips from my embrace.              Though, time may melt and mold me,   these dreams are mine to chase.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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