Haiku | Hope | Life
The Divine Always Hears The Faint
Eerie prayers calling,
a calm breeze blew, between three
trees made of old wood
I write about life, and the hope it bears in a poetic context. 💖🕊️
Eerie prayers calling,
a calm breeze blew, between three
trees made of old wood
I write about life, and the hope it bears in a poetic context. 💖🕊️
