Every Heart. A poem by Connie T. Braun

Every Heart The maps have been redrawn and the roads are filled again with refugees. Have you not heard? Even the stones listen, hold each footstep. Heartbeats return to the earth, engraved on stone, touched with fingertips of memory. Cobbled roads are lined with linden trees, yellow with blossoms in summer. Their lingering scent drawsContinue reading “Every Heart. A poem by Connie T. Braun”