Posted in Life, Prose

Her Foreign Ways

She was truly foreign
I felt that,
and I cherished it
-for what it was worth,

Her foreignness,
like a breath
of fresh air, left me
struggling to breathe
when I left her City
for another,

Just as foreign
with a different scent

of another
unknown woman….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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