It is spring time and the sun is hiding
She’s walking and walking and walking
People pass her by, nodding
An old man with a mask, waving
She knows that he’s smiling
She wanders and let the breeze guide her
The birds are singing, flirting and courting
The color of the trees, the flowers and the smell of jasmine
Nature opens up her senses
So peaceful and grounding
There’s no shortage of beauty here only abundance
It’s a city life but she’s enchanted
She knows that she’s blessed
Overwhelmed by the feeling of calmness
The sun comes out of hiding
Reminding her that she lives in a friendly universe
About the Creator
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People always tell me to write my experience living in another country. I started writing about my life journey. Can’t believe I’ve been living in SoCal for 14 years! It’s been a hell of a ride!
Grateful for all the experiences & blessings.
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor7 days ago in Fiction
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