A rose walked through the citybruised red petals,its roots almost dried,almost withered from the heatof the sidewalk. She followed every footstep,looking, wandering.Maybe a drip,even a…
Poet & Storyteller
A rose walked through the citybruised red petals,its roots almost dried,almost withered from the heatof the sidewalk. She followed every footstep,looking, wandering.Maybe a drip,even a…
I don’t know if you ever listened to the sky when it gets hungry. It growls.It rumbles.Even roams. It sits in the dark,contemplating what it…