I do not grow tired of words swirling and scattered through mind,
Though –
fingers do occasionally bleed from getting words, precisely just as they were meant to be read by line,
and of concessional sight.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
