and if you ever feel like giving up-
Remember the stars in the sky...

These eyes have witnessed
balmy breezes, whispering...

There is an intersection
within my imagination...

Floating thoughts tangle
like webbed emotions...

I was born in the ocean
where sea shells would...

Andrea aligns herself among-st
rooted beds of pure amazement...

I look for validation, upon a cliff- alone
to be in silence is comforting...

Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled...

I’m completely overcome with elderly wind...
As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves...

Pink
soft wings...

Beyond the dark, where shadows fall
an ancient bell strikes three...

Listen to the wind as the hoot owls call
Dark of night kisses me gently, sweetly...