Essence of Cinnamon Incense
Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares
as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips
in a photo stained sepia with my tears;
a thousand words... spoken through my fingertips.
Susan Ashley
October 14, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Excerpt from: Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams; May 9, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2020
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