Poem: “Land Sky, Land Sky”
A grandmother whispers to me, blowing pink flowers and white snow from the palm of her hands
into my face.
A grandmother whispers to me, blowing pink flowers and white snow from the palm of her hands
into my face.
I always have a million questions. And none of them can be googled.
An ocean of tears painted my face
For thousands of years
A masterpiece in every
Time and space…