Scorching noonday, nimble usualness negated
Neither nuzzling nestlings nor the naivety buzz
Wherefore this spartan nerve undaunted
Linking with Blogging from A to Z challenge : April 2014
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...
Very nice use of n thorughout, but I especially love the last line.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Nicki. I am glad you liked the little piece
Deletenimble usualness negated exactly how I feel on a hot hot day under a noonday sun.lovely... thank you for your whispering thoughts
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Thank you so much for your kind words Sandra.
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