I was a roompainted tan, with a new ceiling fanin the heart of a houseno one stayed long enough to touch. Most of the time,I…
Poet & Storyteller
I was a roompainted tan, with a new ceiling fanin the heart of a houseno one stayed long enough to touch. Most of the time,I…
And when you walk away,when the doors to your armsare no longer open,where do I goto wander the thoughtsthat keep me warm and snug? There…