Salty rivers flowed

Upon soft cheeks

As pain glowed

From her skin

Almost perfect

Ever so slightly

As time passed

Her heart grew…..

Tiny.

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I haven’t posted in a while….. But I have been writing. When you post everyday, writing seems to turn into a routine and you loose sight of why you started to writing in the first place. During the 2 days without posting  I felt lost, almost like I was missing something. But now…….. I found it.

Painting: Sunshine in the Drawing Room III– Vilhelm Hammershoi

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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