I heard your voicelike thunder through the air.Before I could think,before there was a flinchyou appeared. The storm doesn’t scare me,especially when it sounds like…
Poet & Storyteller
I heard your voicelike thunder through the air.Before I could think,before there was a flinchyou appeared. The storm doesn’t scare me,especially when it sounds like…
He is her mirror,The one she stands beforeWhether things are good or bad.Until she walks away,She doesn’t understandThe cracks spreadingAcross her face,Ignoring the obviousShe applies…