There are no tombstonesFor souls lost at seaNo markersNor remembranceFor…
Where do rivers begin?Like an enchantment, the river sings back to mein another language.
Three bones to hearthe living speak,hammer, anvil, stirrup.Two eyes that mirror-likereflect the…
you tell meto pick up the piecesbut do you have any ideahow sharp the shards of me have…