After the flood nothing remains intact
Her essence lives inside me now.
The waves of her hair
And the soft tide of her skin,
The ripples of her voice
Still bouncing in my ears.
The waters are receding…
Nothing will be the same.
–José G. Vázquez
About the Author: josegvazquez
José is a multidisciplinary artist who describes himself as an artisan, he has read and show his work at universities, coffee shops, art galleries, radio stations, museums and public libraries. He was born in Mexico and resides in Charlotte, North Carolina since 1996.
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