Ohhhh... this is a knight-in-shining-armour write if ever there was one and cuts me to the quick, somehow. It's just MWAH! And I was just remarking to myself on your lovely eyes in your new biog pic, too! :)) Having come straight here from Jude's page, I have all sorts of flash-fiction flooding my little grey cells atdemo... all the nicer if they involve images of oneself, which your opening line immediately suggests to me! You probably haven't even made the connection with your biog pic - though perhaps you have! - but, whatever... this is a fairy-tale to curl up with tonight, thank you! Hmmmm... Robert Plant and Stairway To Heaven; rather appealing, don't you think?! I must try to grow my hair long again... don't mind me; it's obviously gonna be one of those days... Love this, Dawn - almost as much as your new pic! You're an overcomer. Bless you, Kate xx
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peace and love, Carole
Wisdom, like sap, drips from his pen even as
innocence is reborn in his ancient heart.
And then the final stanza, where we know he is home.
Finding her,
he seeks his path
home.
One of those great poems that gives me the chills. I will check on your work often.
Be well,
Kathy
Love Tinka
Beautifully imaged and penned! Well done!
(((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Eileen
Carmen