She came from the moon many years ago. She does not remember when, but it feels like yesterday. She is still learning about this world. Learn with her tenderly.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Poem
In the wide brooming suncraft I
try to sing
In Blooming in towards my laughter I
try to sing. but I try to sing through such
a brittle frame is far away
and singing through the fear and
frightened sandcrafts- I forfit my voice
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