The breeze and your hair in the air, my love on your sleeve, and all I see is […]
Life
the tragic, spiritual, loving experiences that make up the existence of an individual.
Neon Rain Poem by Linda J Wolff After the rain, neon frames blur a stigma of the night. […]
Balanced right now, your arm around my waist. Holding, comforting, I like melting ice, dripping.
These paths are mine. I’ll take the path to adventure…