For many years,my bus drove past the wallwhich had your graffiti on.Preparing myselfa street before,I’d look at it each time,even when…
I bow to the wind that tickles my face,the covers that keep me warm,the earth that holds…
In the quiet I hear you whispernothing and everything on an interstellar wind.
The world isn’t what it used to be anymore. People just don’t care about…
Moving over the morning, the wind heavy-laden with wildflower blows gauze of air and cotton…