Gorilla in awe, wonders
while he reflects, ponders…
My little one floats through the air ,
soft powder wings that easily tear.
No, not by fate, until you find,
your one true mate where you will bind.
There is no grief, the end will come
in 6 short weeks, saccharine sweet.
Barely, briefly, breathe……..
Pencil and pastel pencil mix