new greens of spring dreams
In the winter cold I feel
Lady birds, then sweaty shirts
Winter Spring Summer
Story Of The Footloose
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well…
new greens of spring dreams
In the winter cold I feel
Lady birds, then sweaty shirts
Still I Rise
A few scattered stories and some truth
For all the things I could never say out loud
NaPoWriMo 2019
Respirate everything that smells like Art, Poetry, Serendipity
