Writers Are Parents
That speck of a rainbow, when rain responds to sunshine.
I wipe mist from a mirror.
K is for Kindness . . .
From the ashes of our ancestors.
A feeble ray of sunshine struggles.
On a ribbon, gossamer threads alive with red.
We devour in seconds.
Delicate ankle peeks through, winking amidst layers of silk.
A glacier rises.
I am watching leaves.
Nin Chronicles is bridging the gaps between religion, race, gender, parents and their children with words of hope and love.
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© 2019 Jaya Avendel
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