A bit about poetry workshops
There is much not to say while the wounds are healing,
Instead they are spoken in prayers and delicious memories of summer in Spain,
To be a writer....and not write,at times can be like torture.
I speak out loud in my half sleep,the mist beautiful words,that I know would make her cry.....and then,when u wake.....they are sent,but forgotten.
🙏🏾🌹❤️🩹🕯️🫀🌬️🌬️🌬️🤌🏾🩸🖤❤️
There is much not to say while the wounds are healing,
Instead they are spoken in prayers and delicious memories of summer in Spain,
To be a writer....and not write,at times can be like torture.
I speak out loud in my half sleep,the mist beautiful words,that I know would make her cry.....and then,when u wake.....they are sent,but forgotten.
🙏🏾🌹❤️🩹🕯️🫀🌬️🌬️🌬️🤌🏾🩸🖤❤️