swing that beat dripping off the tin
that beat dripping with the tin a swingin’!
dripping off the tin swinging hips beat.
Got a love a memory made of spring within the breath of winter. The snow is piling up, melting, freezing into glassy ice, and melting once again.
Then again, in parts like spring; warm, humid, and lovely.
Wherever you are today, I pray you are safe. I pray you know your worth. I pray you speak your voice.
Paint much love, always
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower