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Wind played melody of sandstorms she raged to her heart content leaves danced to the tempo their spirits free of the tree harmattan has arrived dancing leaves spry in dotage obey gravity you step on their remains lone leaf danced … Continue reading
She owned a short life, Each year she laughed, the sun smiled on her, she sat down, held the sand in her soft palms she played with abandon, death came at sixteen, her dreams lost, her voice a memory, 16 … Continue reading
Originally posted on Monna McDiarmid:
She and I enter the elevator. As always, in Japan, we move to the back and slide like shoji* into our respective spaces, giving each other room while saving the other the embarrassment of eye…
Her smile is etched inside my heart where she lives in my memories always.
Ray of light, door opened dust floating Eyes stare for eons wondering at their creation. Each fleck is beautiful yet world is blind.