It’s a Choice We’ve Got to Make

“I’m sick of life being interesting,” she said

So who am I to judge?

With a quick motion, I threw back my cane

I held her

And we swayed to the rhythm of a solid breath

I could hear it in every footstep

As the air swayed around us

I could hear it

Her eyes into mine created a new tune

A bridge that had ( Read more... )