Flower skin at dawn
open silk and fragrant
it nests there.
Simply touching skin
a wealth of frothy wave
it crests there.
colour in satin throat
it rests there.
Los Angeles Freelance Writer • Comedian • Photographer •
Things That Inspire Me On This Journey We Call Life
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dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean
Never let them take your sweet believing ...
living life in conscious reality
Dim Lights in the Ether
books for kids about families, friendship, feelings and funny stuff
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Musings on, and sometimes in, the Irish language
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