small poems & small plates
morning breathes its life into my spaceI am grateful to feel fear as well as warmthno lines no wounds no lookalikes can wound--awake the vanquished lads and lassies!
morning breathes its life into my space
ReplyDeleteI am grateful to feel fear as well as warmth
no lines no wounds no lookalikes can wound--
awake the vanquished lads and lassies!