“Sometimes, I doubt the courage My bones are made of And then, A breath finds her way in And her way out The half-way-almost-full moon Smiles down; My heart sighs And quietly whispers: I remember.” — Bryonie Wise Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, I doubt the courage My bones are made of And then, A breath finds her way in And her way out The half-way-almost-full… — Bryonie Wise Copy Share Image
