A birthday poem for my friend, Felicia… I wasn’t there. I’m not one of those souls who can tell you exactly where they were, how they felt. I didn’t live in Camelot, expecting the sun to shine…
my LIFE of ART
A birthday poem for my friend, Felicia… I wasn’t there. I’m not one of those souls who can tell you exactly where they were, how they felt. I didn’t live in Camelot, expecting the sun to shine…