before
she wanted
more,
they fractured
stars.
after
the quiet
(s)laughter,
fireflies in
jars.
..
In April, we poem. Sometimes a day or two late, when life gets busy. 😉 But still, we poem.
before
she wanted
more,
they fractured
stars.
after
the quiet
(s)laughter,
fireflies in
jars.
..
In April, we poem. Sometimes a day or two late, when life gets busy. 😉 But still, we poem.