From ancient lands
Shifting sands hidden secrets
To highland woodlands, running deer
Wild freedom
Reflections drifting, full of life
Secrets held by two in mind
Pale shadow, wild red hair dancing
Days of true pleasure
Abandoned now to birds in flight
Secrets carried where there is no light…
© anita dawes 2020
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Sensuous and beautiful, Anita.
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Thank you, Steve!
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Lovely and poignant poem, Anita. ❤
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Thank you, Eliza…
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I love this poem. It goes with the photo prompt for this week, don’t you think? ❤
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It does a little, I think…
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