Thank you for your support. These are testing times...the more reason to let yourself shine... Awilda Aponte
Somewhere
between
the altars of conviction
and the graveyard of scars
a path
leads to the well of taste.
One drink
brings the lucid touch
from the fog
abiding
in the mood caucuses
lifting the second
into the hammock of flare
where
breath and appetite
are perfectly
bound
to senses
without
regrets of flames.
by
William Robbins
me!
God-- How you amaze me so much...and how much I still flutter..Awilda Aponte
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