Friday, September 16, 2011



Like a blind man, he touched me gently. He touched the lips
of my smile as I felt his voice wrap around me like a fine silk
glove. He drank me like a summer's eve. The breeze brought forth
the murmuring of the leaves as he disappeared without a trace.
The white mist of loneliness settled over me

11 comments:

  1. Passionate indeed.
    And also just note what John Keats said
    "The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest."

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  2. Thank you anilkurup. Yes, I recall that passage of verse from John Keats. A great poet/writer.

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  3. Sandy... I have felt this...but never read it like this..it brought to me bittersweet memories of a love that will not die....Your work is outstanding girl...you touch souls..x

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