A writer, caught up in finding herself through a journey into learning about Spirituality.
The slippery cold At the tip of my tongue Tastes of sunshine and warm rain. Oranges decide to dance down my hands
By Paulina3 years ago in Poets
When I was a little girl I dreamt of visiting pyramids and finding hidden treasures in the sands of Ancient Egypt Of sitting by the pharaohs and listening to their stories
When the dots decide to sparkle Behind the curtain of my lashes The deep notes of the Shamans drum Put me in a deeper trance.
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