She walks in, her eyes like soft pencil lines.She smiles when she looks at the waitress,ordering a coffee. I sip mine slow, looking out the…
Poet & Storyteller
She walks in, her eyes like soft pencil lines.She smiles when she looks at the waitress,ordering a coffee. I sip mine slow, looking out the…
We are but grains of sand,Caught between love’s waist,Grinding and gratingIn emotion. Life’s an hourglass,We live knowing nothingElse butWhat everyone else calls it. Skeletons beneath…