trees drip with cinnamon wisps, ascardinal points tug atmy heart directing me toward the riverfront while walking along the sand, beneathmy feet, pebblesstand remindingme of diamondsencrusted with love,made of dreams from above they poke and prod, feelings shod, whilereminiscence floodsmy mind and I let love go by… wafting in thestream, I continue tobelieve in the […]
cinnamon wisps
