In your arms, I am enough,
yet more
In your arms, I am strong,
yet vulnerable
*where poems bloom endlessly
In your arms, I am enough,
yet more
In your arms, I am strong,
yet vulnerable
I composed you
not as a letter,
but as a frequency no one tunes into anymore
So we live under the same sun where perennial plants grow far from the river’s flow But light or air … More