to all... hello, tis time for all to spill from fingers unfold upon the page. what writer has the nerve to unleash such lavish ways ..i feel and see...which verses , do unearth creases of every age.. a life upon this garden. who dared to know - to bend upon a moment, to read between tender-lines. entwines us within these poems, all writers leave behind.... to tread along such paths.. some felt they would never ...find... thank you lovenpeace saff.
