Drift

  My bed is a raft Afloat on a wide river Meandering between willow trees and cotton puff skies Drifting along, without intent   You are by my side The sun warms our skin Our minds at ease   We float past an abondoned shack A dwelling of disappointment "Don't be sad," you tell me... Continue Reading →

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