Aspiring author, new to vocal, wanting to dive back into my passion for writing.
Sometimes, I miss the city A longing for what I left behind I traded concrete pavements for green pastures Replaced the red brick of project buildings
By Sarah Cruz4 years ago in Poets
Bustelo boils on the stovetop Its aroma cozy and inviting Wood drags along tile as I sit Patiently waiting for Mami To finish setting the table
