Mystic midnight mosaic, shadows stir,
In ceaseless quest to conquer, moonset
mourns
While whispers of sun celebrate
Linking with Blogging From A To Z Challenge - April 2014
Linking with Ketchup With Us #Bloghop 40
The pulse of freedom
There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...
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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...
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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...
Moonset. I like that. Never thought about using it. Or that it even exists. But it so does. Beautifully written, Ruby. As always. :)
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Thank you so much for such encouraging words
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