Cross, Earth, and Moon: BY ALL MEANS
 Darling how the longing pulls the strings tighter. As the
 world keeps us at a painful distance. I will skip across
 continents, as my feet feel sharper across the Earth. For I
 will cross oceans by using my skin as a raft. And no matter
 how the moon pulls the tides, I would safely float back to
 your doorstep. Because we both know, I would do
 anything for you.
Poetry by Conee Berdera

Poetry by Conee Berdera