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…
In the center of my heart,she planted a tree.Happinessa branch I’d soon know. The leaves sprouting in full,with no limitation to height.The roots carry the…
From the tree, we both grow,pointed in different directions. Banana tree, supple in the windperfect brown spots, silk yellow skin. From the tree, we both…