A poem on Nature’s Heart
Once, there was no term to describe
Its been a while since I wrote a poem. They seem to come up at the darkest times…
As creatives, we can grow very attached to our creations, and get upset when…
Because I have no choice but to listen to the radio at work, I often don’t think to listen to music when I am alone.
a poem
I long to see stars again,
It is mid-March. Friday the 13th, to be exact.