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Love, Spoken without Words… #Poetry
Trembling, I stand on the edge of the universe Remembering the life I had before, the family After the long darkness The memories, pinpoints of light, jewels Evening murmurs break the silence Raging storm clouds gather Rain carries new light Evening stars, hidden by dark clouds Sun hides, waiting to shine Telling us there will…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 550 ~ #Poetry
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Jaye’s New Oddness…
Somehow, I must have turned a certain age or a corner in my life. It must be something, for I seem to be changing. As I get nearer to my seventy-eighth birthday, I have noticed oddness going on. Odd is a very good word for what I am feeling. Lately, you may have noticed that…
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Love, Spoken without Words… #Poetry
Trembling, I stand on the edge of the universe Remembering the life I had before, the family After the long darkness The memories, pinpoints of light, jewels Evening murmurs break the silence Raging storm clouds gather Rain carries new light Evening stars, hidden by dark clouds Sun hides, waiting to shine Telling us there will…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 550 ~ #Poetry
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Jaye’s New Oddness…
Somehow, I must have turned a certain age or a corner in my life. It must be something, for I seem to be changing. As I get nearer to my seventy-eighth birthday, I have noticed oddness going on. Odd is a very good word for what I am feeling. Lately, you may have noticed that…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 