My mysterious muse mirrors my mind most magnificently. I don’t know what that means but it sounds neat. Why does anyone read any of my garbage? It’s all over the place. But like Squeeze the Avocado…
An inner calm dwells in my spirit Completely in sync with what I see Happiness, heartaches pulse within, Triumphs, tragedies, both can come Our human condition, life’s spectrum. Joy written in new…
I wear a white tee- shirt, and a black lace bra. “My Name is Hope” is published by Hope Smyth.