Maybe We Started Writing . . .
So Someone Would Listen To
Our Hidden Whispers
Among Alpine Trees
We Were So Quiet
Our Thoughts Always Raced
We Needed Someone To Still Us
So God Gave Us Pens In Their Place.
The Silent Singer
Maybe We Started Writing . . .
So Someone Would Listen To
Our Hidden Whispers
Among Alpine Trees
We Were So Quiet
Our Thoughts Always Raced
We Needed Someone To Still Us
So God Gave Us Pens In Their Place.
The Silent Singer View more posts