this past Friday, I hadmy first experience inasking a writer to pleaseshare the…
Do you ever hang in place? A languid breath squeezed from my pores,Like the air in a late-August day, Not yet captured by yours.
In light thereIs sightWhen one seesHate leavesWhen searchers findLike heartsWanderers will…
I saw a distant dream,fade away,dissipate into thin air,for nothing,stood in my way anymore.