The snake that I thought was dead, wasn’t.
Now, everyday I look for her.
She is invisibly waiting for me,
somewhere near the watering hose.
Our friend died Monday.
We wrapped him in a shroud of many colors
“Where would I go I am here” RM
The snake that I thought was dead, wasn’t.
Now, everyday I look for her.
She is invisibly waiting for me,
somewhere near the watering hose.
Our friend died Monday.
We wrapped him in a shroud of many colors
“Where would I go I am here” RM
