Denouement

He raised himself from her bosom

To see her face.

'You look seraphic.'

Softly spoken with golden wonder

But she heard him.

 

She lifted heavy lids

And found in his eyes tears

Like stars of a dark midnight.

She barely breathed so secret were her words,

'Gods and angels.'

◄ MAKING LOVE

From My Window There Is A Tree ►

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Raj Ferds

Mon 4th Nov 2019 14:49

Hang on, let me get my breath back.

Writing this gem is a kind of much delayed catharsis You must be quite relieved. It is out there now!

And wow the brevity of it all. Less is more.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 4th Nov 2019 14:30

Phew! CBT, where is all this coming from? I'm going to have to re-evaluate my opinion of you. More please!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 4th Nov 2019 14:28

Another little 'piece' that has been in my head for a very long time. It is one of my favourite 'reflections', and today it is written and liberated.

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