
I dance to the tune of time A soundless beat A marionette caught in a web The puppet master fled Time passes through droplets of rain Caught beside me on silken thread Kings come and go I hang, my strings decaying Time cuts my thread on life I fall as matchwood A puppet no more… ©AnitaDawes2022
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! 😘💕🎁🌹
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Well done! Thanks.
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Wow! The image and the words. Beautiful, Anita!
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Thank you, Susi…💕
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You’re welcome!
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