I long for warmer times, Branches with Buds of the Future. The life I always dreamt of Buds pregnant; Love, Life, Luxury of Peace. Peaceful songs of fruitful birds Caring for nothing. Light breezes carry the music... Carry me away too.
Ssssoooo....Is this thing on? Can you hear me? **Thump**Thump**Thump** I am off. It's official. I'm a writer. "Look Ma, No Hands!" Well, writer may be a stretch. I'm a woman who has some kids who used to read all the time and write crappy pages and poems as a child. I'm a mother who loves … Continue reading Is This Thing On?