people will hold on to friends.
at least, they sometimes do —
although they may seem different
or large, right next to you —
still, nothing matters but what does,
and friendship always will:
those ones who put you on their back
when you can’t make
the hill
lovely and can you help me ? I am looking for a poem you wrote about a girl pirouetting in the waves-the wind caught her hair and now when you watch the waves you remember that time. I was painting a picture for it and now i can’t find the poem.
hollyhall@att.net
https://notalentforcertainty.com/2017/01/10/the-last-wave/
Thank you! I
Thank you!
❤️