There are days I go to caves
to sit in quiet with myself,
revel in my granite flesh
a polished mirror of rock
mourning the last of my softness
long gone and sea swept.
The Girl Carves A Woman From Herself – A Poem By Carol J Forrester
There are days I go to caves
to sit in quiet with myself,
revel in my granite flesh
a polished mirror of rock
mourning the last of my softness
long gone and sea swept.
Carol J Forrester 
34perfection. Salute
Thank you so much Ron 😊