sea Narinda29 August 201030 August 2010Phantom Session, Poetry, Session XIII Post navigation PreviousNext When I hoped for wind her warm breath caught in my sails but we went nowhere. Share:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
