My very favorite Erin Hanson poem, because this is my spiritual belief ...
She smelled of books and stories - Erin Hanson Beautiful words
“Young Explorer” April 17th. Inspired by something wrenevere sent me.
"But the whole world ran for cover, When you opened up your skies."
Hahaha no one thinks about me so *jumps into void*
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night":
Except for the body of someone you love including all its expressions