Creative Self
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
A Poem by J. Medina
Beauty glides past my window, silky soft serene wisps of cloudy illusion that graces our spaces and is gone with nothing but the memory to sustain the hunger built for looking.. hoping for beauty to glide past my window again.
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