07 Wednesday Oct 2015
Posted in Fantasy, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Seasons
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no sound fuller than the wind
tossing leaves up and over
and against our window screen
as we lie here,
breeze smoothing our shoulders
retreating, surrendering
at long last
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“at long last” ❤
So visual, sensual, lovely.
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Eventually … thanks for your patience.
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