The Lovers - The Journey Inward
Oh yes, says my friend, I see it.
His long white hair tied into a bun, he smells of spices and marijuana and his old eyes are like two fox
Hello, dear one.
Welcome to my online writing home.
Please make yourself comfortable, get a cup of something nourishing, and stay awhile.
Words are keys to doors we might even not know are there, tucked inside. If such doors open for you, bring them flowers and sing them a sweet song, maybe dance a little, and see where they lead you.
With love,
Francine.