"There is dew on these poems in the morning, and at night a cool breeze may rise from them. In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim. I like talking to you like this. Have you moved a step closer? Soon we may be kissing." … [Read more...] about Dew on these poems
Rising
Rising Every Time We Fall
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." … [Read more...] about Rising Every Time We Fall