They say the eyes are windows to your soul. Your pupils. Oh, they can show Pain, joy, and pleasures. The anger, fear, sadness. The pupils,
I will be with you always, Your air, your sun, your rain. I will think about you always You have found a way
(In collaboration with Van Prince) Travel with me to the land of your dreams To the realm of the hundreds of love lands To the
Snow has melted outside the windows. Puddles covered streets of St. Paul. The calendar shows that spring is here, but with you I’m feeling cold.
Hello all, I am happy to share that my poetry selection was published in a chapbook and is available on Amazon/Barnes &Noble. I genuinely hope