Tag Archives: by JiR

Am I dreaming, by JiR

Look, Here she comes. I look at her and ask myself, “Am I dreaming” It feels that way, Sometimes… I wonder if she feels it too. I think she does. What we have cant fade, I tell myself. She tells … Continue reading

Posted in 2020 Poetry, poetry, Poetry Festival, poetry genres, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment