We tried to grasp the wind…
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading