She walks in a way that seems as though the ground reaches up to kiss her bare foot, and the sky calls upon her blithesome life force; pulling her up from her hips to her shoulders to her chin. The very air around her wraps it's vital aroma around her in an effort to keep her from ever struggling for breath. She put the whole of creation in her debt the second she laid pen to paper.
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Mind Meets Soul
PoetryThese are a collection of one-line poems & vignettes that have been stowed away in the caliginous corners of my mind & soul, put together in a flurry of emotions long since passed. Enjoy & take care. Much love, Shannon
