suzanne

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photoblog image Wildly Alone

Wildly Alone

 

It didn’t matter that she was wildly alone

or that the silver light of her tears

flowed into the night sky of her dress

when in the curl of her fingers

and in the palm of her hands

she ever so lightly

and ever so tenderly

through the circle of days

and the rhythm of nights

held a heart so dear... 

Wildly Alone

 

It didn’t matter that she was wildly alone

or that the silver light of her tears

flowed into the night sky of her dress

when in the curl of her fingers

and in the palm of her hands

she ever so lightly

and ever so tenderly

through the circle of days

and the rhythm of nights

held a heart so dear... 

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I like your post... a lot.
Suzanne: Thank you, Jacqueline...a lot. smile

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