*
not rosaries nor missals
a life embroidered
carefully
.
I would like to lay
in the straw grass
far from concrete
.
humming a note
or two roaming the void
making space
.
gently diving
tight in your arms
so long lost
.
afloat as a candle
at night flickering
warming memories
.
.
Anna, you’ve done it again: “afloat as a candle at night flickering warm memories.” Another unforgettable line that sends me into orbit. Stunning.
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Thank you… 🙂
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I like this one 🙂
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Thank you!
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Your very welcome. Have a good week.
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