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UNTIL SHE RETURNS by Sonja Phillips

Until She Returns
Sonja Phillips

Into the silence of winter
  my thoughts wander
  blending in
  with the colors of life.
Love finds herself
  wherever she is. 
Nature flaunts her beauty
  as if she is trying
  to attach and distract us,
painting the world
  inside and outside of us
  she manifests
  in myriads of forms:
A little bird, as if god, perched 
  on a wintery branch
  admiring herself in all. 


Sonja Marie Phillips Hollie is a rising poetess, a free spirit, dreamer and spiritualist. She was born in Chicago and now resides in Texas with her husband and three beautiful daughters. Although, she fell in love with words at a very young age, she didn’t become interested in writing poetry until after winning a poetry recital contest in high school. She has an unusual style of poetry, mystical, passionate, otherworldly. Her words are divinely inspired. Several of her poems were selected to be published in an August, 2015 Anthology of the poetesses called:Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women’s PoetrySonja holds a B.A. in Spanish though her life’s passion is poetry. She hopes to inspire women all around the globe to awaken to the inner goddess. In the fall of 2016, she published her first collection of poems, Living Poetry: Perceptions of a Goddess, with Golden Dragonfly Press. Followed by Erotic Papyrus in July, 2017. You may connect with Sonja via her Facebook page here.


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