Ninety Percent
The wind blows swiftly between here and there, rushing past each cheek leaving love’s mark – the commonness of community.
n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for "my soul."
The wind blows swiftly between here and there, rushing past each cheek leaving love’s mark – the commonness of community.
text source Contact,this is the moment when infection begins. How?Evolved, enabling. Smile, handshake, deceives. Welcomed in.commands, “More.” published 3/26/2020 Headline Poetry & Press