The day has ended
And I long to hold the parts
she can’t hold alone
The day has ended
And I long to hold the parts
she can’t hold alone
In a poet’s world a picture is never JUST a picture. Details become ad libs in an impromptu spoken word that no one asked to hear but are thrilled that they did. Leave a comment with a short poem on how this picture made you feel. What emotions are dug up when looking at today’s photo of the day?