A Paradox I Am and Others …

A paradox I am, I belong nowhere, yet everywhere recognizes me She asks for her veil, for only to be able to mourn freely .... a touch of crimson~buttery cinnamon bun hot frothed creamy~mug of latte coffee snacking on a sunday~while time melts away  Before I met you I held my head high in dignity … Continue reading A Paradox I Am and Others …