A)🚪 t o p of the s t a i r s 🌱🌱🌱🌺🌺🌺🌸🌸 My prayer in limbo all alone like a blown larkspur seed grown up in a meadow of wild mallow asks the Lord to remember me like the lilies of the field, where my loved maiden wanders looking for my romance. - Bill THE THURSDAY SHIFT 👩🌾 B I L L 'S R👁👁... Sign in to see full entry.