I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
Not only is New York City the nation's melting pot, it is also the casserole, the chafing dish and the charcoal grill.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories