Writers Are Parents
A diamond minute, suspended between black hands.
That speck of a rainbow, when rain responds to sunshine.
I wipe mist from a mirror.
From the ashes of our ancestors, a roar!
A feeble ray of sunshine struggles.
On a ribbon, gossamer threads alive with red.
Its little tip weeps at what hides underneath.
Golden leaves; toothpicks between rocks.
Nin Chronicles is bridging the gaps between religion, race, gender, parents and their children with words of hope and love.
Join the journey to grow.
© 2020 Jaya Avendel
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 2,703 other followers
Powered by WordPress.com.