Many white horsesin ignorancevery tamed oneswhile horizon wentblurAnd I forgot my names When I go knocking on heaven’s doorI don’t want my white and black pebblesto be countedI want to tell about all the times I was in dungand felt a hand lift me upI want to tell about all the times I was hungryandContinue reading “when I go”
crumbs or stars
first remembering head time scratching puzzle
wishes – good ones, of course
Love is the caravan that milks the sand.