HELL, OH HELL

I had a dream how hell must be – a place with gassy ground grey-black here and there not a single sound. But then-before birth where do babies stay? Is there heaven for babies too? I’ll find that out one day.

POETRY A-Z

A loving kiss……:

I speak to you in a handsome voice,
I can’t stand the noise,
I’m scared when you fight,
I’m well when you’re alright.