I could take your pain and throw it up to the skythere it would turn into glossy winged crows that squawkand fly into the four winds.I could shape you..
I went to the woods to find peaceTo head off the melancholy tap tapping at my windowsillI should have known by the turn of the branches,The scrape of ..
The sea is always waitingfor those of us who fear her dark depths,who dream of great wavessucking us under,rolling us over.The sea is always watchingf..