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…
Poet & Storyteller
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…
Call me,Even if it’s 3 a.m.,And I am dead to the world.Every fire pit eventually has to go out,But even those cold ash embersAre kept…