December Untitled
Johanna M. Vining
What is my passion?
is it this:
rough ink to paper,
your hands tangled in my hair,
winter melodies sung so sweet
from the beat, beat, beating of my careless heart
These are the places we dare not go.
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Navigating the Divorce
PoetrySeries of chronological poems from the point of decision until.... It never seems over even when it's over.
