My pillow misses youmore than I do. The way you taste,the way you feelyour kiss echoes goodnight. A sheeplost its way to the moontonight. We…
Poet & Storyteller
My pillow misses youmore than I do. The way you taste,the way you feelyour kiss echoes goodnight. A sheeplost its way to the moontonight. We…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…