And Dreams…

A poem written by Timile Brown: I hear a calling to daylight my own voice did not sendReality is bending, twisting and standing on endAnd dreams are the windows to purely peaceful nightsWhere heartache dares not darken the door of such sightsOh the wishes once wishedTopped with sweetness, then kissedThe cheek of a starry-eyed delightWhat […]

Read More And Dreams…