Conversations with a Friend
soothe the call of dawn
Tag: friends
Bittersweet
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
Dead Friends
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long
Love Zones
It’s three in the morning here as you sit down to dine Gazing out you see the distant hills incline
The Winter of My Brothers
When one in the forest falls Taller than all the others My sweet Indian friend it calls He knows and
