True Warmth
Winter Roses I sat with you once on a cold winter’s day, when the wind howled and bayed. We held each other close to stay...
The Flock
Idea Growing Thoughts come and go but never stay, they are all too fleeting to hold and bind, a mind too frail to put them...
Time Moves
The Boat House Time slow and foreboding, time turning and churning. A sour pill to swallow whole, so it is meted out in increments; and...
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