If hope is a thing with feathers
— oh, can’t you just see it fluttering its wings?
All in Poetry
My Spring Love
you have received
a glass heart that follows them,
to the end of the world
A World Full of Strangers
In a world full of strangers
I was lucky to meet you
Keeping in Touch
I shall text you
Tomorrow
Weight
Hate is a strong word, even for us humans