My heart is on fire. It burns like ember logs in pot belly stoves.
Fire Heart
Tag: poetry by vennie kocsis
I Don’t Wanna
Give me quiet, soft hugs and laughter, feeling the trees; the wind in their leaves.
My heart is on fire. It burns like ember logs in pot belly stoves.
Give me quiet, soft hugs and laughter, feeling the trees; the wind in their leaves.
Vennie Kocsis 