Her
through the night,
she runs wild with fever
in the company of wolves — howling at the moon
by the morning,
she sets fire to the sun
burning through your shades — if you dare to look her way
through the night,
she runs wild with fever
in the company of wolves — howling at the moon
by the morning,
she sets fire to the sun
burning through your shades — if you dare to look her way
Hey there I'm D. Writer/Storyteller. Mother. Poet. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Beautifully flawed. Email:dabboh76@outlook.com
Hey there I'm D. Writer/Storyteller. Mother. Poet. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Beautifully flawed. Email:dabboh76@outlook.com