By: Nate Maye Her This poem is for her, a gift, a sacred flower that I am not able to give in any other way but a few hieroglyphics on a flashing screen, a series of characters that will hopefully mean…
By: Nate Maye Her This poem is for her, a gift, a sacred flower that I am not able to give in any other way but a few hieroglyphics on a flashing screen, a series of characters that will hopefully mean…