Can't go back and do over what we do out of what we feel we have to. Would he have stayed things might of turned out differently. I always like to lie under a willow tree and spend my thoughts and let my heart flow freely, but a yew tree is where he found her when he arrived back. Nice write.
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2007
Beautiful and endearing work on your poetry Belle.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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So beautifully penned. The story is so sad and yet so endearing.
Quite the romantic tale this was. I enjoyed every word.
Lisa
Love Tinka
Has that mighty rich Celtic ring to be sure..
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Aye, lassie, ye weave a beautiful, poignant tale.......tenderly penned romance here. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.