La madre de mi alma

She throws back her head as laughter rings from her gut. I feel an embrace warmer than arms could offer. As sun rays, an infinite presence rise when our souls agree where she – closest mutual soul sister –  would’ve chimed in as well

Published by typence

I am a word-loving story soul, aspiring to spend most of my existence to spread hope with the power of truth.

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