

The breeze remembers…
Two Voices,
One breath
And the ghost of joy;
A lingering blush…
Haunting a morning
That melts
In eternity’s embrace.


The breeze remembers…
Two Voices,
One breath
And the ghost of joy;
A lingering blush…
Haunting a morning
That melts
In eternity’s embrace.
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Not something I have tried to do and I am in awe of those who can..love your side illustration(explanation) 🙂 Lovely words, Sue 🙂
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Thanks, Carol… I enjoy these. 🙂
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Wow, a simply terrific poem.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Enigmatic. It covers so much of what’s not said… x.
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Some moments should remain veiled x
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The breeze merely whispers what the wind would shout… lovely poem, Sue…
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That’s a poem in itself, Jaye x
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks for reblogging, Jaye x
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Good way of describing it, Sue…
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A beautiful poem. Thoughtful and thought provoking.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful, Sue. 💕
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Thanks, Beckie 🙂
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You are most certainly welcome! 🤗
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Oh wow, Sue. The hairs on the back of my neck have gone up. I love the idea of a breeze with a memory. ❤ 🙂
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Thanks, Alli. The breeze does not forget… 😉 ❤
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I’ll remember that… 🙂
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🙂
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What Alli said. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe 🙂
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Loved this. ❤
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Thanks, Debby ❤
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Wonderful!
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Thanks, Bette.
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