Ode to Victoria

the walk bent and curved in and out of sight teasing me with almost too much unwitting beauty that I keep following; curious when does it end? when does a bridge divide the beauty from the toil? languidly stretched at the ocean’s edge she occasionally nudges and nestles into the clusters of ancient, wind-twisted willows […]

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To Be…

this is my intention of mastery my life of adventure my joyful spirit’s voice my life: is the message I am a friend to humankind And I only want to love and be remembered again and again To always be unfolding   I am yours Yet I am nobody’s girl I am always at home […]

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