Pocket Writings #09 Songbird, have you no cry? Songbird, shall you be singing even as you die? Songbird, teach me how. I long to swallow fear. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
beautiful post
Thank you
my pleasure