Mei Ling (a poem)

Mei Ling Sleeping Beauty A Masterpiece Beautiful intricacies wove together and formed a friend: one whom with which,  I shared many of my firsts one who taught me what, and more often, what not to wear (*that silver top goes back on the hanger into the wardrobe of shame*) one who’s laughter makes her eyes twinkle who’s feet beat a rhythm that fills the dancefloor, who’s sparkle illuminates rooms until … Continue reading Mei Ling (a poem)