She loved her skirt
Her skirt was an ocean wave
She twirled
The wave splashed on the sand of the couch
The foam lace rippled
The blue cloth wave withdrew
And was gone
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B'nAnna,
ReplyDeleteThis almost made me cry. It is funny how an image can touch parts so deep you did know they were there. Thanks for the poetry.
L