Captive.
Like
moistened
rivulets meandering
down painting lines
of accidental
poetry
I am immured by your words.
•
Silly Samantha Sunday.
…because it’s okay to want to stay snuggled
under a comforter once in a while.
🙂
Dream.
Silent
whispers
of a
wistful
heart
beseech
us
not
to
leave,
so
let
us
glide
in
your
sweet
tide
until
the
ebbing
eve…
Conclusion.
Quillacollo, Bolivia
•
Now that Gabriel, Juan, Angelica, and Alejandra
have been properly introduced,
it’s time to say goodbye.
But I hope you won’t forget us,
nor the other kids at the children’s homes,
but that you will keep us in your thoughts and prayers
as we continue on this journey called life.
🙂
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