the pulse of hope/ the echo of our name/ and the bread in our teeth/ a cup on our lips / and breathing at our side
Tag: awaiting
Poem: Blackbird in Fulham
from the anthology ‘haphazard by starlight’
the pulse of hope/ the echo of our name/ and the bread in our teeth/ a cup on our lips / and breathing at our side
from the anthology ‘haphazard by starlight’