A welcome glint
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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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...
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I, me, mine echoes all around. The temples ache, and so does the heart. Ah! I long for mother’s lap. To empty the burdens That ...
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Science had failed to heal him, brazenly called him insane. Perhaps it was right, perhaps not. Desperate, his people sought Elvira, the r...
Purple dreams under the moonlight.
ReplyDeleteNice image.
Thank you Susan
DeleteWhen I think of night I think of a sky full of stars!
ReplyDeleteI think every imagination brings up the star lit night skies
DeleteYou have me wanting to be up in the mountains right now. Love your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe View from the Top of the Ladder
May be I could join you.
DeleteThank you Susie