I could write sonnets about the way my heart feels,
when the earth comes alive again.
It smells like hope.
It feels like laughter.
My soul sings songs I thought it had long forgotten.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
I could write sonnets about the way my heart feels,
when the earth comes alive again.
It smells like hope.
It feels like laughter.
My soul sings songs I thought it had long forgotten.
