BrianHenry ////|//: Don't be mellow, Yellow. Spring is here!!
BrianHenry ////|//: against the thorn and through the vine
BrianHenry ////|//: Rusted Routes
BrianHenry ////|//: Weightless fragments.
BrianHenry ////|//: For a moment, I thought I was a ferris wheel
BrianHenry ////|//: They used to call me Mr.Closed Minded.
BrianHenry ////|//: little things
BrianHenry ////|//: Greener on the other side
BrianHenry ////|//: Grass lite
BrianHenry ////|//: Brushed.
BrianHenry ////|//: Untitled
BrianHenry ////|//: December Wheat
BrianHenry ////|//: It happens during winter; plants aren't so vain.
BrianHenry ////|//: New Glow
BrianHenry ////|//: The Stems that Remain