Jan 9, 20191 min readOn Diaphanous Wings Everyday she writes the book,adding days, years, memoriesuntil pages can no longer contain her.Now, like a mystical being she takes flightand all the words follow her,small butterflies afloat on the wind.Poems0 commentsPost not marked as liked
Everyday she writes the book,adding days, years, memoriesuntil pages can no longer contain her.Now, like a mystical being she takes flightand all the words follow her,small butterflies afloat on the wind.