You & Me
In the stillness of dawn your breath becomes the poetry of sleep soft and rhythmic the cadence of…
The Blue Umbrella
The umbrella was like a flower, a great blue flower that had sprung up on the dry brown…
Compromise
I’ll be more gentle, to the thorns that want to hurt me. And I’ll be kinder, to the…
Bee Story
Oh man ! I pity you and your plight, Learn from me if you might, You have disconnected…