Fearis notalways amoving train orthe static of night. No, sometimes fear is theupsweep of wind on…
When the ash tuned to yellow grays
A voice comes to your soul sayingLift your foot, cross over,What is it that you are afraid of?
What do I name that anxiety which I feel when I think of my parents afar,how do I fight those restless…
Response to “Sky Collection” prompt quote №10
Afraid!
