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 ...
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DeleteLovely poetry and wonderful post for Q!
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artmusedog and carol
Thank you so much
DeleteQuestioning is a good practice. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah for such kind words.
DeleteLong ago, I had a friend who told me that I ask too many questions and that a lot of them are dumb. Oh well, for her. She also copied my math homework, which was often wrong. LOL
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I love these little nuggets that you share with us, Susie.
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