Posted on February 15, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Fire I could never miss you more, Always your devoted bride, And as you walk through the door, I feel a fire inside. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 4, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry I do As colours blaze forth, I do, I do. One bag, must escape, I do, I do. I must run North. I do, I do. Dress amiss of shape. I do, I do. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
