There is no particular soundthat rustles through the trees,different from the musicwe listen to.Your hands grab and hold melike I have somewherebetter to be,fingers interwovenagainst…
Poet & Storyteller
There is no particular soundthat rustles through the trees,different from the musicwe listen to.Your hands grab and hold melike I have somewherebetter to be,fingers interwovenagainst…
Most times, I’d lean my back there and listen to her for hours.I’d stare at the pattern of clouds that hovered above my head,The wind…