“Being a glacier, I remember birth, The waves of stars falling over the years, White, six-pointed stars descending to form My soul. On my birthday, it always snows. Being the sea, you wait for everything With motherly love. You eat… — Douglas Woodsum Copy Share Image
“Being a glacier, I remember birth, The waves of stars falling over the years, White, six-pointed stars descending to form My soul. On my… — Douglas Woodsum Copy Share Image
