The dreams of children help us carry on.Though life is not exactly as we plann’d,We muddle…
On Having Misidentified A Wild Flower ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ…
When I walk away,I tiptoe.I hardly noticethe moving.Nobody does.
OpheliaMad girl, can you hear?The voices of the water,calling me home. Pray weremember,Pray we…