Strange how we decorate our pain with peonies and our suffering with daffodils. A bouquet for your sacrifice. And a rose garden for your breaking, beating heart. Tell me when did you realize that pain and beauty were synonymous with forgiveness and love. Take my heart and hold it close to yours. Wrap it in… Continue reading Offer me flowers – A Poem
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Coloring my skin with hues
Photo by Steve Johnson on Pexels.com Skin of gold and brown My mother would tell me that my skin was beautiful The perfect shade of brown to paint the world in I rejoiced as any child would when the world needed your color Then I heard it, how my skin was dirty and too dark… Continue reading Coloring my skin with hues
Jona Nightingale 