ruminations unencumbered, white shutters unconstrained, dream independent of promises, air fresh with clarity, her hair wet-combed,
white doves testing their wings, she's flying them on currents of origami, recycled from remnants of the past,
they carry out manuevers in perfect tandem, wing tips touch, currents of origami polish the wind,
unfolding their wings, the white dove sings, spiraling upward on a thermal, free to use the whole sky, origami on the rebound, her creativity engaging, cranked a notch or two higher,
origami doves return to perch on her shoulders, and whisper the news in her ears..."polishthewinds."
Takes the reader up into the skies. :-) An actual white dove has taken to resting on my lawn in the last few days. I've been wondering if it's a sign. I rarely see them.
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
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Most excellent.
Paul;-)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Susan