
I pulled this from my novel The Truth and Other Strangers:
Air still like
A stagnant pond but
Not as refreshing.
Only a few sad notes
From a mourning dove.
Funeral song for a funeral dawn.
Share if inspired!


I pulled this from my novel The Truth and Other Strangers:
Air still like
A stagnant pond but
Not as refreshing.
Only a few sad notes
From a mourning dove.
Funeral song for a funeral dawn.
Share if inspired!