Dream- poem
I woke up one day to the pecking sound of a bird cutting down my wooden house to make its own nest. Continue Reading
I woke up one day to the pecking sound of a bird cutting down my wooden house to make its own nest. Continue Reading →
You come in summertime, in waves of sensuality, and open the backyard gate for us to go and play, you´re sun and flower, water and fruitful earth, and my wildest dreams blossom in you. Come again, stay for wintertime, Huddled… Continue Reading →