Little Bird
I was on my way back from doing the groceries, when I first realized it was his voice. It was funny, really, that I should only recognize his voice now when I’d been hearing the dove’sRead More
I was on my way back from doing the groceries, when I first realized it was his voice. It was funny, really, that I should only recognize his voice now when I’d been hearing the dove’sRead More
Somewhere high above and distant between the lights Over there somewhere behind the stars and hope There is a dream A dream that does not stop, that grows that branches out Far into infinity rather entropicallyRead More