The last scent of tomorrowin your beautiful heart resides the gestures of your voice echo on my lips and the words are lingering to fall in your handsAug 1Aug 1
Published inWoodworkers of the World Unite!!!A handful of notesunder the earth’s lidDec 25, 20213Dec 25, 20213
Published inScritturaWheels are Turnin’Saturday Poetry Prompt: just because you love the soundAug 1, 2021Aug 1, 2021
