by Rose Brown
Apr 15, 2003 by Rose
Slow goes the day, winding its way through the sorrowful fields of oneself until the darkness comes and once again it is time to lie...
Apr 10, 2003 by Rose
The bird flew across the top of the canopy and her eyes followed it until it could no longer be seen. The air was damp and cool and...
Apr 2, 2003 by Rose
Hands and arms reach upwards to lift Mind travels miles in actions swift Looming mountains await a sign Presence of my soul, it all...
