Basking

I am awash in the beauty of words.

Flowing over me, flowing through me

Washing over me

Cleansing me.

Can I stay here, in this place, forever?

The definition of paradise.

This place in my soul

This place where I am whole.

I see my reflection in the screen, and wonder,

Who is that staring back at me?

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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