You are my nine o’clock
summer sunset.
The scent of honeysuckle
and sweet pea breezing
through the bones of trees
and in through my open window.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
my nine o’clock
You are my nine o’clock
summer sunset.
The scent of honeysuckle
and sweet pea breezing
through the bones of trees
and in through my open window.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
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the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
Ugh this is gorgeous.
And so is the picture.
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