“Forest sounds/ all around/ but on the ground/ the sound/ of Me/ grew. Echoed,/ I heard a path I could not see.” — Skila Brown Copy Share Image
“Forest sounds/ all around/ but on the ground/ the sound/ of Me/ grew. Echoed,/ I heard a path I could not see.” — Skila Brown Copy Share Image
“When you open the door to hate, you will find/ it swallows you whole/ and there is no/ life left inside.” — Skila Brown Copy Share Image
