Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
I love all the contrasts in this, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm
ReplyDelete"The who...nameless ecstasy of love." How true!
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you played with these words.
Thank you so much Ira for your kind words
DeleteVery poetic. ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathy. It is such a pleasure to hear from you.
DeleteGorgeous, Ruby. Really nice job.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Christine for such encouragement
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