These are days of change.
Eggshell cracks,
Sun rising differently.
Sometimes I put my ear to
The ground and listen.
Heartbeat choirs of
Our unborn children.
Seeds of poets.
Write love; not war.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
These are days of change.
Eggshell cracks,
Sun rising differently.
Sometimes I put my ear to
The ground and listen.
Heartbeat choirs of
Our unborn children.
Seeds of poets.
Write love; not war.
