She pages through albums
Dog eared corners, tear stained, well thumbed
Faded smiles and distant echoes of laughter
Take her back each time and lines fade from her face
Sun through broken windows illuminates
And beckons from the shadows
Memories of those who for far too long have waited
Fearful of the dark and of her rage
In those moments small hands held and brows kissed
Full bellies and blankets tightly tucked
Of regret no thoughts and of nighty nights
Until setting sun brings once more dark veil
And as sepia eyes smile and say goodnight
She looks through bars to catch sunsets dying embers
And lies as stars peek through inky black
and regrets, remembers and tries to forget
Very good, indeed! 🙂
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Thanks B 🙂
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Wow – really like this one. You never run out of ideas and your posts are so varied in nature. Just amazing.
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very sad, pathos fills the frame
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Thank you. Wasn’t really sure where it was going just wanted a certain feeling…
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Thanks . like to keep myself entertained 🙂
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Very good writing! I really like this one.
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