When hate hides beneath
smiles, disease freely festers.
Open the window.
choices
Sometimes a garden is just a garden, and sometimes it is not.
By nature that seed
However small finds the sun.
Wisely weigh what blooms.
Lonely day inside a crowded head.
What are the choices
when the heart counters the brain?
Rake dead leaves off path.
MKat Reclamations 