to have this love that no one can accept this light and no one to receive it this open heart where no one may dwell . . . . Q. Lenise Lee
I was alone, so I whispered to the wind. And it became a breeze that traveled to distant shores blanketing the trees, with dew from my tears a vast forest grew That burst forth with fresh flowers, whose petals circled the earth. Before landing on my windowsill, with a simple note. XoXo. To Q. From you. . . . . Q.