If Horses Were Wishes
My spirit sips the pinks and oh, the purples; my spirit gets a taste. then gulps the colors. How can...
My spirit sips the pinks and oh, the purples; my spirit gets a taste. then gulps the colors. How can...
It’s not the end of the story. Because you are afraid, you can be brave. Each cell in you is...
Birds calling, lake waves falling onto shore, the bark of a dog, distant voices. Suddenly I am vanished into all...
The Fool doesn’t look back or define herself by what she used to be. She comes to the new land...