J D Dionne Knihy

I Can No Longer Hear Over The Whispering Of The Wind. Though, I'm Not. As Soft. I'm Brittle Like Shore Sand. I'm Tougher Than Pangolin Skin. I Find Courage In The Mist Of All Things & Wear Bravery On The Forearms Of My Sleeves. Though, I'm Not. As Soft. As The Breeze. I Cut Like The Waters I Sail On The Seas. And Just Like The Oceans, Baby! I'm Deep! Though, I'm Not. As Soft