Jessica Hughes Biography

Cool morning breeze
soft echos that whisper
a canvas of tinted hues
diamond shape decors
...

Mended

shattering of a mirror
descends bit by bit,
...

We rode along highway 85, I saw a tear
wailing in the corner of his eye. I kept
my mouth shut, didn't say a word.
Focusing on the nice scenery on that
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I was asleep
at least I thought I was..
nothing out of the ordinary
just a common dream
...

In the green garden,
our love lingers, as we
lie between the lilies and
camphire. In our pure
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