by Heidi Cristman | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Tears fell down her cheeks, caressing her face as she read the old letters outlined in lace. Edges are yellow from years gone by, as the letters she wrote always made her cry. These letters are some that could never be sent, for they were written for her marine...
by Heidi Cristman | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
There was a man who held in hand His time in form of grains of sand And when it ran he didn’t cry this man who had only one eye He’d walk along the little beach for shells of blue, yellow and peach when none could be found, he would sigh this man who had only...
