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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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in on line journals, such as, Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society and All Poetry .com Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
Love this!
It’s very darkly romantic
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Thank you!
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Love this!
Its very darkly romantic
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Thank you!
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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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