My World In A Dress

Originally posted on DiAnne's Scribbles:
? My World In a Dress I made a way out of no way out from the Kingdom that dressed up as my Childhood. ~ And dress…

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Set In Stone

Originally posted on Syl65's Blog:
More than determination The endeavor undertaken Pretty pictures can be painted But what I am picturing cannot be framed No borders on this portrait of a dream…

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I SMILED !!!

Originally posted on VOICE:
I smiled When they thought it was impossible for me I smiled When the sun wasn’t too bright on my side I smiled When the sea wasn’t able to…

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‘Just might’

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading →

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Hey, that isn’t no way to say goodbye’

Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I… Continue reading →

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‘Witness to life’

Witness to life   (I lost a friend, a brother and a fellow soldier on 24 Aug 2004. He was a father, a grandfather now and a good friend. Remember we have soldiers… Continue reading →

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Almost love

( Almost love) (Some short poetry) I remember you I remember those eyes. Those dark brown eyes, so gentle and kind. You made me believe, there were miracles. You took my hands and… Continue reading →

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‘A thousand years’

A thousand years   You came to me in my sweet dreams again, you were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and singing to… Continue reading →

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Lost in translation

Originally posted on Megha's World:
“The quiet sense of something lost”  ― Alfred Tennyson I’m lost in the translation  wandering between the pages of  a book hiding between the folds and sitting under a…

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‘Bitter branches’

Bitter branches   Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the texture… Continue reading →

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