My heart is a bit broken, and I don't know where to run.
Tumbling down, over courses of depression The grass, grubs dinner, wasn't saneIt has seen…
My faith in You has carried me through.Or was it my faith in me?
The free bird that Love is
Poetry
Hello COVID-19,
unbury your
The smallest cup fills two handswith gratitude. Somewhere,perhaps in your town, a childis smarter than this. The plastic cursed…