Girl in a Tree
She will fall. She is young and bright-eyed with sharp elbows, tiny fingers on the rough bark, her slender ankles dangling. She is thirsting for the priz...
She will fall. She is young and bright-eyed with sharp elbows, tiny fingers on the rough bark, her slender ankles dangling. She is thirsting for the priz...
It is hard to deny just how much poetry has evolved through history. From the precisely rhymed and arranged stanzas of the 1800s to the free-falling, abstract, ...
Lapping of the water, Whispers of the trees, Twitters of the air, Murmurs of the mist, Behind the gold-edged cloud, Stars say farewell, fade into the incoming b...