It is war, tinted in quick bursts of fire.Our hands filled with grit, our breath steadfast in anticipation.Camouflaged emotions dressed in fear. The destruction in…
Poet & Storyteller
It is war, tinted in quick bursts of fire.Our hands filled with grit, our breath steadfast in anticipation.Camouflaged emotions dressed in fear. The destruction in…
Love’s a rose, isn’t it?Don’t believe me?Give it time. After a few hot days,give it a cold night.The petals start to droop,the edges curl round,the…