Restless A gentle touch Foot prints stolen Bare trees of March stand spindly This field of dreams lies barren Broken like the wing With nothing but my own thoughts Wrap me gently in your arms I stare at the paper I walked that I might breathe Living in my dreams No road is straight andContinue reading “Restless”
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Poetry For Healing 