#28 healing poetry; believe

The air is cool when the sky is brightThe mist rolls in the thick of moonlightThe world rests in an opaque veil I wonder if I could hear the wailOf an albatross at sea With all this silence, I shouldBelieveThat if the world were to speakI would hear and repeatThe cadence of the danceBetween womanContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; believe”