A whisper that brushed my skin
Like wind in my hair.
A touch I’ll always remember
I thought I’d find you there.
Mist on the lake by moonlight
Gone like a sigh.
I hold tight with my heart
The memory, asking why.
Copyright ©2017 Penny Wilson
A whisper that brushed my skin
Like wind in my hair.
A touch I’ll always remember
I thought I’d find you there.
Mist on the lake by moonlight
Gone like a sigh.
I hold tight with my heart
The memory, asking why.
Copyright ©2017 Penny Wilson
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Love this!
It’s very darkly romantic
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Love this!
Its very darkly romantic
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The age old question- Why. This is beautiful Penny.
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Thank you Linda!! That means a lot to me, coming from you!
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My pleasure!
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So evocative. Just lovely!
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Thank you Linda!
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Very touching piece. Beautifully sad. ❤
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Thank you Walt, it’s appreciated.
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You’re welcome! 😃
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Haunting! Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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