I fear thunderstorms because of
the unpredictable noise and chaos.
I also fear the aftermath…
New emergence on slippery roads
that leave your heart wide open for
potential collision and heartache.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I fear thunderstorms because of
the unpredictable noise and chaos.
I also fear the aftermath…
New emergence on slippery roads
that leave your heart wide open for
potential collision and heartache.