It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.
LEON MARSHIt’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.
LEON MARSHShe spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.
LEON MARSHYou remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.
LEON MARSHSpeak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.
LEON MARSHJust look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.
LEON MARSHYou got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.
LEON MARSHYou are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.
LEON MARSHShe looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.
LEON MARSHHome is you, me and, the road with books for life.
LEON MARSHIn this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.
LEON MARSHI strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.
LEON MARSHIt snows like the sky wants to burst for once to meet his earth.
LEON MARSHArt is mostly a long stroll in the wilderness of one’s own heart.
LEON MARSHJust admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.
LEON MARSHI don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.
LEON MARSHShe is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.
LEON MARSH