vision found my lost heart and picked up the broken real unreal moments cracked open and spilled eyes between feet grounded below water but able to rise above this breath the next floats hope that infinite horizon gently curves ahead
04/30/2008
Posted on 05/01/2008Copyright © 2024 Mary Frances Spencer
...mFs, so many times, this another, do i feel your pomes and i was carried by your words, an airlift...a clip-clop, and breath, and off again, hats off...charlie
Hi MFS. Responsibility. That's the key. For our own hope too. Thanks.