Just a hint A small inkling Like a whisper not quite heard Or a soft scent on the breeze I can’t hold or touch it A shadow caught in the path of the sun I felt it I tasted it I’m sure Elusive and wild as trust As fleeting as time Love Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
I've threaded the needle. This fine new silk thread is lovely on its own. It will serve me well. This patch is a big one smaller than others. But bigger than most. I've chosen a pretty shade of crimson for this one. The color I bleed. Although fresh, the patch does blend well with the others. I'm no seamstress, but I've become proficient. I worried for a while, but I know I'll be alright. I can face the world with a smile. This patch will do it's job. This heart is resilient. I'll patch it one more time.
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*A slight revision from its 2018 version. I like it. I hope you do too.
View the world without the weight of yesterday a feat most difficult It clouds the vision and dulls the heart We struggle to shrug off the past to clear our vision The weight of the world is burdensome enough without dragging the past with us through life Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
Not forbidden fruit but a mistake all the same The sweetest of fruit will surely cause me pain Are you a lapse in judgement if my thoughts linger Are you a bad decision or a taste for my hunger
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(Slightly revised from a 2017 version)
Let me flow through your fingers like water Let me quench your thirst I want to nourish your body and your soul I want to satiate your dreams and desires You are my all I wish to be yours Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Under the stars
the grass is cool
against my fevered skin
You are in silhouette
but I know your breath
as it warms me
The breezes carry
your scent to me
The fireflies dance
as if in celebration
I’m intoxicated
by the night
If in a dream
let me slumber
I do not wish
the daylight
to intrude
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I feel only the void the hole left behind How can one feel nothing I touch it every day since you've been gone In my next life I hope we meet again so the emptiness can be filled with your love Copyright (C) Penny Wilson 2023 All Rights Reserved
The door to my heart is blue My favorite color because the blue reflects the color of your eyes where the stars always shine Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
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