it was home she couldn’t escape her fate was sealed in a room made of brick and steel the room had a window over a door felt like a tower she was stuck between floors a baby crying all night long daily noises of sirens
Lou Storey on September 21st, 2020 - 2:41pm I think we are all more than ready to fall into silence–and gain some balance and harmony—lovely image and poem– Reply
I think we are all more than ready to fall into silence–and gain some balance and harmony—lovely image and poem–