Lorraine Haig
moonlight peeps through the blinds closing my eyes a possum chuckles near the window summer days in the mulberry tree with purple fingers stains of the past that won’t wash out under the stars waiting for the min min light…
moonlight peeps through the blinds closing my eyes a possum chuckles near the window summer days in the mulberry tree with purple fingers stains of the past that won’t wash out under the stars waiting for the min min light…