By: Linda M. Crate sun drenched hair ocean washed heart soul of flower crowns she shoulders memories no one else can bear, and sometimes when she cries the walls tremble with her as she falls vertigo rising everything sounds like…
By: Linda M. Crate sun drenched hair ocean washed heart soul of flower crowns she shoulders memories no one else can bear, and sometimes when she cries the walls tremble with her as she falls vertigo rising everything sounds like…