starting my second life as the writer I should have always been...
Water of life flows... Drops, wear away at the seams. Waves crash over plans! Earth grows, toes in dirt... Fresh green surrounds the senses.
By Chele handabout a year ago in Poets
I want the Universe to know my true name. To be etched in the twinkling stars, no doubt left that I was here.
By Chele hand2 years ago in Poets