Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“I am liberated back into the fragility of childhood.”– Jim Harrison She was a different sort of child, spending carefree days dancing alone in dappled sunshine red-golden curls bouncing as she sang silly made up songs.
Nature’s nocturne wafts in the evening zephyr heralding the night as crickets sing in harmony with cicadas rhapsody begging love to come hither.
His silhouette slides into the moonlit room, I cannot see his face only a fleeting memory gone too soon of another time and place.
Love rode in on a cold winter’s wind and stayed through the months of spring, but once the honey moon waxed and waned, love knew it was time to move on again.
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