Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
so what? not everything has to make sense!
Flying Blind
It's an uncertain life!
be your own secret society
Poetry, Asian American Culture, Feminism, Spirituality, Politics, Memoir
Simple Vegetarian Cooking
Fiction Author
Gorgeous journey I took in your words.
Thanks. Have a wonderful day!
It’s right there – in your words. I love reading your heart.
Thanks. Sweet of you to say.