kingfisher
poem by Ruth Salles Kingfisher, flying, flying, it lands on the branch and waits until the fish appears in the river…
poem by Ruth Salles Kingfisher, flying, flying, it lands on the branch and waits until the fish appears in the river…
poem by Ruth Salles “My little pout, curved like an oriental saber, knows how to find good finds in the flowers of…
poem by Ruth Salles On its hind legs sitting on the floor, it's not a puppy. What then?