Dread Katherine Thinkings and poems November 19, 2021November 19, 2021 1 Minute I felt the. coldest fingers touch my soul A remnant of the horror,a lost call Share this: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMorePocket Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published November 19, 2021November 19, 2021
How my heart sings 