celebrate the hipsthat jut and spread,a river of strengththrough generations.
Regret the months spent in fear of spidersand the words you didn’t say to that one personwhen you had the…
Kaleidoscopes of coloured light, refracting through aged glass panes. Stories…
Poetry
Swaying weedsAnd humming worker beesLooking at the waving trees,I sigh with the…
