The one I let go of
Look at me, I have little to give you for I, have given so little to myself, but the one gold nugget I entrust to you, brother Etched on it are words, words that will save you, when all has forsaken you. Listen close, though you may not remember Listen, when all is dark and…
Grape lips speak.
Morning sunshine slant through the window panes birds twitter about a gossip from last night’s grapevine. Who say, fell prey to such a bite?! A lone little worm fallen from grace, shunned for daring to defy moss-covered rocks in the wake of a– thunderstorm.