when no time at all makes lots of things different
courage tied up in her firmly planted little shoes
who wait as flickering candle flames that glow where birds discern
your mind is a precious keeping place
how true are the tears of inconvenience
dreams we thought were gone reappear as stars only hiding
her tears sprinkled the flowers, as she thought she had done them some harm
to wish, is a good thing, some wishes, they come true