Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike* |
Stone, shadowy edges...
I’m completely overcome with elderly wind...
As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves...
I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...
I’ve’ forgotten how stones get tossed
After thrashing my mind around secluded ponds...
Fighting urges within my mind
aggressively fighting tears tween brownies...
My heart is for giving |