They — whoever “they” are — say a problem shared is a problem halved. But there are some problems that we feel…
Be patient! Listen.You aren’t hearing me.You do not know me yet.
On one forbidden tree,Inside a garden of eternity,Hung seeds of death deliciouslyEnticing us to eat;
Haphazardly halfhearted,We spill milk over wineGlasses half full, and cryWolf onto a duck’s back.
I’m thinking of your eyesI met for the first and lastAnd for a timeLong enough for me to thinkI understand your mindThat…
Barn swallow take flight habitat dwindles daily Chicks crying ‘feed me.’