Poems about Animals
If life is a gift
God be an Indian giver and take me back to you
Back to my comfort place
I keep having nightmares like something is feeding off my fear. I feel a dark energy that won't let go of me.
I kept checking my phone and emailwaiting for someone to call,to contact me.
No one ever did.
The manicured lawn is human management, trying to recreate the hanging gardens of Babylon on smaller scale
Tem gente que têm o que dizer
E se torna escritor
Tem gente que decide ser escritor