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beyond the shadows
she came in like the wind
a brush of freedom
blowing across
my, too soon, greying hair
I stood still
taking in each breath
she gave
not willing/wanting
to exhale
a brush of freedom
blowing across
my, too soon, greying hair
I stood still
taking in each breath
she gave
not willing/wanting
to exhale
Published 13th Oct 2020
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14th Oct 2020 9:23am
Dear J,
A sweeping epic in such brevity. I was enraptured by the intensity of feeling and having experienced a similar situation amazed by how wonderfully you captured that feeling. Great write. H🌷
A sweeping epic in such brevity. I was enraptured by the intensity of feeling and having experienced a similar situation amazed by how wonderfully you captured that feeling. Great write. H🌷
14th Oct 2020 11:21pm
