running the gamut on the spectrum of human emotion on a near daily basis/poeticizing about it
The hands of a friend Warmth of the body and soul Mittens could never
By Trisha McColl4 days ago in Poets
What began as a spark, a familiar heat Grew to flames of untenable size I would have run for the hills, leaving you in my wake
By Trisha McColl26 days ago in Poets
