In the dead of night, the flakes fell furtively concealing the last of color. Behind a grey shroud, the sunrise reflects a lack of color…
Poetry by Cassandra Cavalier
In the dead of night, the flakes fell furtively concealing the last of color. Behind a grey shroud, the sunrise reflects a lack of color…
Why do you wonder when it’s already in your past? Why do you wander when your surroundings are too vast? What is it that holds…