Nothing speaks to the heart quite like a poem or a song.
Kevin Kling is a master at observations of the heart.
By Kevin Kling
At times in our pink innocence
We lie fallow
Waiting to grow
And other times we rush headlong like so many of our ancestors
But rush headlong or lie fallow
It doesn’t matter
One day you’ll round a corner
Your path is shifted
In a blink something is missing Continue reading Tickled Pink – Kevin Kling