The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
Dreaming of Love That Doesn’t Know My Name
The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Poetry and Flash Fiction
: : : i paint with words : : :
Lena Kvigne // Missionary
Footsteps, Footprints and Words
