The Moya View
My mother use to say whenever I gave I her one of my poems to critique-my mother whose grace and beauty lingers like the reflection of sun on water-that my words remind her of the time in her youth when her life was honey.But I am not a bee and she was never a queen— all my words, just her sweet reflections.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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sweet!
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I love “her beauty lingers like the reflection of sun on water.” Beautiful image.
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