In essence, you are neither lover nor demon, but the temperate wind stirring my sorrowful past – conduit of unrest. (Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
via Butterflies — One Woman’s Quest
In essence, you are neither lover nor demon, but the temperate wind stirring my sorrowful past – conduit of unrest. (Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
via Butterflies — One Woman’s Quest