Nina S.

Nina S. was Eunice K. Wayman

Leaning my bean's trust into rest, had my almost snooze wend with her trade going back to brave hens, save the back home den, and it was her who no longer craved men

Her life seemed way to fast with doubt

So the queen's migration fade in a redeemed jive-ration way so brave had to react with her past and go back to the south

It was the hasp on the barn being unpadlocked cracked with a robust bout, which had everything come out which was described in the song of her mode of I miss shouts which gave names to the loads list of nouns (it wasn't stout)

The cartoons of southern wonder rushed out and were free

And far June's mother of a summer wasn't hushed and Mount stand emerged beyond the trees

I miss the old simple unstressed I'm blessed way of life she said after the release and group walk march

I miss being bold and little when life had less complex hurrays, with no more strife may my new bed in this next chapter under jah never cease with endless loops of simple knock's endless hearths

Then I wokeup again now knowing of her respite time in the zone

Then my notes so just didn't refrain inside how the dream was showing, her of the west gift had the also shed split with lines of everything which no longer made her alone

- Avalon Dakota

- 2-28-26

- 12:38am

- Nina S.