Jose Armando Guzman
Flash Fiction - Poem by Jose Armando Guzman
Her smile spoke to me.
The shine of her essence spoke to me.
It was the way she held her book
as she read that sent a shiver
through my entity.
Her aura and vibration spoke to me.
The laughter and cheer in her voice
spoke to me.
Even her silence spoke to me.
It was a beautiful moment under
the fluorescent lighting.
Our story was flash fiction.
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