On My Love’s Birthday
The blue spot fades to heartfelt red as the sun broils my eyelids. This is a hint of spring, even behind the cool glass veil. The dogwood barks. Cat o’ nine tails wag. Even a … Read more
The blue spot fades to heartfelt red as the sun broils my eyelids. This is a hint of spring, even behind the cool glass veil. The dogwood barks. Cat o’ nine tails wag. Even a … Read more