the air she breathes
fills her lungs
with the scent
of flowers
and her heart
becomes a rose
waiting for the man
who will pluck it
the air she breathes
fills her lungs
with the scent
of flowers
and her heart
becomes a rose
waiting for the man
who will pluck it
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IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC -Tennessee Williams
Write. Doodle. Express.
A life in a photobooth.
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Storytelling
"Footprints of a life hugging expat"
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From no self-esteem to total self-empowerment
flash fiction and other writing
The essence of Poetry
...everything is subject to change.
Free Stories, Poetry and Essays
poetry
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Widening horizons, one place at a time.
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Must be.
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Beautiful. ♥♥♥
Thank you, Patricia.
You’re most welcome. ☺☺
Beautiful, But beware the thorns on the stem.
Ah yes, the thorns.