- Yaira Ebanks
- 6 hours ago
- 1 min read
She doesn’t polish her nails,
or arrange flowers in her hair.
She loses
and finds herself,
meditating mid-air.
She needs no angel
to guard her dreams.
In shadows, she explores;
in the light, unpuzzling themes.
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