Pinching a beleaguered sun. Frantic picks on citrine strings Will not deny drumming autumn.
"Gold is grey in uniform" stopped me in my tracks. Beautifully written!
Thank you so much - that really means something coming from a great writer like you.
"Gold is grey in uniform" stopped me in my tracks. Beautifully written!
Thank you so much - that really means something coming from a great writer like you.