I took a walk. this summer eve // to see if I could find you there. // There, in the pink-streaked sky settling down for its rest // there, in the swollen moon just claiming this night for its own.
Poetry, motherhood and beyond.
I took a walk. this summer eve // to see if I could find you there. // There, in the pink-streaked sky settling down for its rest // there, in the swollen moon just claiming this night for its own.