She holds twilight in her eyes,
and aches for her dreams.
Unaware of her beauty,
her heart knows silence -
soft petals of quiet
she carries throughout her day.
She wears her joy carelessly,
the immensity of happiness
fragile and compelling.
The prose of her life
will tell secrets beyond knowing,
its texture written
by fingers grasping love.















Comments
Good to see you putting up your writing again Ann.
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We can all be replaced, so make today matter...to you!
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I am here to live out loud. - Emile Zola
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