Alone at the shore. The wakes of high tide this morning reaching my feet, how so sitting, the sands, there I am dreaming you, day dreaming as I have, drawn horizons, other orisons, the prayers I le…
Publishing and Contributing Editor Jay Ruvolo
Alone at the shore. The wakes of high tide this morning reaching my feet, how so sitting, the sands, there I am dreaming you, day dreaming as I have, drawn horizons, other orisons, the prayers I le…