Sunny day out, and another reading of a poem of mine, called Wake.
Like water passing through a gate, love moves with us, waking, whispering, and watching, wherever we are.
🌊🫶 Precisely, sis!
Like water passing through a gate, love moves with us, waking, whispering, and watching, wherever we are.
🌊🫶 Precisely, sis!