

Green glass secrets melt away,
Naked flowers in the breeze,
Lingering ghosts of old magic,
Smoke and stars
Sailing the morning.
We were young…
Time was liquid
And we breathed fire…
Prisoners of desire
In a velvet night.


Green glass secrets melt away,
Naked flowers in the breeze,
Lingering ghosts of old magic,
Smoke and stars
Sailing the morning.
We were young…
Time was liquid
And we breathed fire…
Prisoners of desire
In a velvet night.
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amazing concept…
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Thank you.
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A very nice poem and a great picture. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks Henrietta.
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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Thank you x
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There are pwerful memories hiding between those lines…
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There may well be….
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i do love reading your posts very talented x
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Thank you.
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All just beautiful, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne
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A special kind of moment beautifully evoked.
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Something we all have shard I hope
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Poetry from Sue
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Thank you!
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Aw-wwwe. I remember those days. A sweet reminder. ❤ ❤ ❤
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We are never too old to be that young, Tess 😉
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I like the way you think. 😀 😀
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😀 😉
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I really like this poem. It could be the lyrics of a song by someone classy like Dory Previn or Judy Collins
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Thank you.
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