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Sunshine fills the air...

I am nude, sipping stews of spiced Chai

I write with leisure as

monarchs flutter

to the fragrant whispers of rose, gardenia & lemon balms... I thank God for the glory of

this day..

How my heart resides warmly on this veranda.

I think of him.

he is the scent of home...

the olfactory of what I always remembered as

a small girl...

those empty spaces, I've dreamt of filling..

moons ago, we shared our dreams under the same star,

finally resting in the manifestation of our nova..

he takes shape in the form of an angel....

youth glittering in his eyes..

andhow they tell tales of old wounds.

we have come here to heal one another ...

each nuance bestowing its golden gift from above,

beautified by the awe measure of our hearts -