remembering
the way your gown fell
to the floor
as you almost shyly
stepped away
leaving it forlornly
abandoned
like my heart
this night
remembering
the way your gown fell
to the floor
as you almost shyly
stepped away
leaving it forlornly
abandoned
like my heart
this night
Know the lived
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Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.
....But if you stay in my lane long enough, you'll experience my emotions...
Daily wind
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Blog de literatura e artes
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We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
poetry by Robert Ford
Nope. Never happened.
Me, either.
Did you write this? I would like to include it in my next Art Gowns post, if you did write it.
I hope this is yours!!!!
Yes, it is mine.
Anyway.. if it’s not your poem re: a gown, write one! I’ll use it in an Art Gowns post! (please)
I already replied that it is mine. Feel free to use it.
Thanks… I was flying around on wine last night. I tend to repeat myself. LOL Of course I will link to your blog. Again TY!!
You’re welcome. And next time, have a glass for me.
No problem! I have lots of glasses, lots of wine and time until! 🍷🎵🍷