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: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
beautiful post
Thank you
my pleasure