Last week's poems were about What Love Looks Like. This weeks are under the umbrella of STILL Even though it's February Even though it's another year Even though I am not young Even though snow and snow Even though my son is 29 the word is still.
STILL
STILL
STILL
Last week's poems were about What Love Looks Like. This weeks are under the umbrella of STILL Even though it's February Even though it's another year Even though I am not young Even though snow and snow Even though my son is 29 the word is still.