From My Journals ‘cinnamon’


He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the most extraordinary view.
I wanted to wear his love like a fashion statement and be the girl with the pearl earrings.

I wanted to be his everything to the point when he said my name he held cinnamon in his mouth. I do admit at first, I could not meet his eyes. When I did it was like sitting close to a fire that suddenly blazes up and burns me bad.

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Founder of Chapter 13 Poet Society  'A Vision Dedicated for the Art of Spoken Words' We encourage Poets, Readers, and Writers of all ages to focus on keeping 'Poetry Alive' ... Via open mike, readings or support network for Poets, Music, Art or simply just sharing your work with us!There is always an audience to react vocally or written of your work and this society encourages future generation writers. Join us on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/groups/13poetsociety/   Yours truly Evelyn Leilou Colon, Writer/Poet/Artist
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