By: April Mae M. Berza The womb of the words could not give birth to this longing Let me caress your shadow now that I’m missing you. Shades of blue devour my heart as I awake this morning Now that…
By: April Mae M. Berza The womb of the words could not give birth to this longing Let me caress your shadow now that I’m missing you. Shades of blue devour my heart as I awake this morning Now that…