florencefranklin-poet's Letters
Peace beings and ends with you,
Sitting in a silence,
As the sunsets on the trees.
Thinking every way to improve you,
You as in myself.
Loving you needs no help from someone else.
Love is entering and leaving a state of
gratitude,
Grateful that I can see the truth,
My own truth.
I think I like this little transgender life.
Florence The Poet