27/12/2017
Dear Children.
I am wounded
and I live by night.
Galaxies of stars
irredescant of the moon light.
I hold you,
my child, in sweet surrender
borne out of nothing
I have a house on the hill
where I go for peace
and my children are all alone,
without me,
like leaves
falling, falling down,
falling from the tree.
I.love.U.Kyla.&.Daniel.