Miss Pie π
A safe haven in my past unfortunately now it’s come to a naught.
A Letter To A Friend
To My Friend,
I knew as a kidthat home lived inside of me.My sane, heart wisdom taught me to store up…
Home.
My fragmentsof light burn; slight candlesin mosaic windows of my heart,beam…
Diving deep into notes and pages,written with violin and guitar strings,beats in sync…
Majesty in herpalette; sometimes she shares itclear across the sky
© 2020 Jacqueline Ann