The rain left in a chemistry of delight we lay on the grass the moon sat up still driving me wild , the moon glow it light fell over our tent with no regrets , the rain left In a chemistry of delight.
Opal Ingram Is a Author / Poet from NYC currently lives in New York
Born on the upper west side of NYC raise on the lower east side of Nyc
she Is the Mother of two lovely Daughters & two Grand Children
she is an author of 8 books - Black Stockings 360- Like a Rag Doll- Finding Your Purpose Black Stockings 361- Contre Le Vent - Against The Wind- The Women-Black Stockings 362- Les Femmes- Bas Noirs- Calze Nere 360- She has a Facebook Poetry Group Call -Melanin Opal
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