Constantly chasing after chaotic beauty
Walking through the park on one of the loveliest of days, The man playing Blackbird on his acoustic slowly fades behind me.
By Jolea Bradshaw2 years ago in Poets
Opened windows and opened doors A few premature waves goodbye, I wish a few could have stayed. How do I occupy all of this extra space?
By Jolea Bradshaw4 years ago in Poets
