I will never know my mother as she once wasa dreamy teenager, taming stormsĀ in her long serpentine hair envisaging dreams too big to hold…

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I will never know my mother as she once wasa dreamy teenager, taming stormsĀ in her long serpentine hair envisaging dreams too big to hold…
I inherited a green thumb from my mother and her mother, long lost in time my earth-stained hands nurture life embedding pieces of my…
Do you remember the poetry scrapbook journal I created a few years back? It has been a while but time and again I would…
we would meet one dayat the edge of a sunsetwhere time slowly flows byto pluck memoriesand watch them dissipateinto the silent purple skies would…
What do you know of the pain in my heartit longs to go numbwhen the spring starts bleeding daisiesand camellias aboundI dig memoriessix feet…
Will I keep finding youin the purple silence of sunsetsOr on nights when the skyis swollen with stars will I be swept awaylike a…