La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Troubadour of color, singing greens and lavender to weave all the world into magnificence. Sometimes all I see is color, blues and wines interweaving. Those are my happiest times when the loss can fade into the pinks and greys and heart ache, heart beats, and heart flows fold into each other and all is just layer over layer and colors of laughter and colors of life and sadness are all one flower engulfing me into silence.


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