A man and his art are like a fool and his king. – Terri Guillemets
She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
A man and his art are like a fool and his king. – Terri Guillemets
She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets