Some warmth stays, even when the grave is closer than the door.
From death, warmth remains
A cup left where your hand was
Love learns how to wait
About the Creator
Ajan Lori A.
My mind screams, I write!
(Author exploring education, identity, human behavior, life between cultures, business and entrepreneurship)
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