The Honey Bee Potion Bottle pooh before the year will end

before the year will end

The stronger wind

The Raven will show you how to walk into the dark corners of your inner conflicts buried deep within

Sunny Mexico inspired ring with flirty dangling pins

I've chased the shouting wind along

The Honey Bee Potion Bottle pooh before the year will endJoy and Pleasure (William Henry Davies) Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light. Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks Away on blossoms its sweet hour; But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp, That plums and cherries