The World’s Exhale
Poem Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Poem Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...
