Her toes curled into the island sand

The sun sitting on her shoulders

Each tide caressing her skin

~Stacy M. Lugo

Flowers in the valley are magic ~ I hear them giggling amidst the green ~ Abracadabra! I am child again… when I wear enchanting magenta in my hair ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

She’s waits for the season to light her way ~ her carriage is waiting, the air smells of home… her beauty is flawless, her message is clear… you feel young at heart as the midnight hour draws near ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

I cannot quell the fervor within ~ evident pleasure receives your smile-I am serene with quiet lips- no need to speak of dreams and promises ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

I am like a soaring bird ~ flying high, I am glad to be alive this day… Can I flirt with the sun, Please…may I…before it goes away? ~

~Suzanne Simonovich