Words of Winds
A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...
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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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Ripe autumn air’s come to bless. Showering sweet November caress. We could be holding hands and walking, Silent but still talking. ...
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It wasn't the first time. And it would not be the last. She could not stand them suffering like that. She asked for his ...
Beautiful as always, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kymm for such kind words
DeleteVisually and poetically beautiful. ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathy :)
DeleteI love all those colors and images :) Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rose. It is a pleasure to hear from you
DeleteSuch evocative writing. Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. It is so good to hear such encouraging words from you :)
DeleteThis describes our California high desert sunsets perfectly!
ReplyDelete:) its amazing how we can relate to some things sans boundaries and borders :)
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