Helpless
I watched, helpless
As white clouds lower
Wrapping her in their velvet touch
Taken from my dream
On a whisper, I hear her say
“Search for me”, as she floats away
Like the Lady of Shallot.
I watched, helpless
As white clouds lower
Wrapping her in their velvet touch
Taken from my dream
On a whisper, I hear her say
“Search for me”, as she floats away
Like the Lady of Shallot.
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Just beautiful, Anita. I love the dreamlike quality and the link to Tennyson.
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Glad you like it, Diana…
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Wistful and lovely.
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Thank you…
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