July 28, 2017
She opens up,
candidly bares her soul,
in verse
Shivers,
feeling the chill
Of cool breeze
On naked flesh
She scuttles back
To watch from
her guarded shelter
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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