A philosopher out of youthful synch, went to the mountains once to think.Twenty years soon passed by before her chrysalis was dry.She found that poems were her wings to fly and poetry, the sky..." -Teresa Nan Travis
A philosopher out of youthful synch, went to the mountains once to think.Twenty years soon passed by before her chrysalis was dry.She found that poems were her wings to fly and poetry, the sky..." -Teresa Nan Travis
