February 14, 2018
Depths and Longings
There is always a traveler lost somewhere. Searching,...
There is always a traveler lost somewhere. Searching,...
There's always a trail, Leading me to you. I can't...
The bells from Cassandra's bike chimed as she...
You remind me of butterflies Dancing atop wildflowers. At first,...
There I was, a tender wildflower swaying softly...
My life has been so blessed ever since...
All my life, I've laid hushedly as a...
I giggle, ”I’m sure one kiss from wanderlust...