Sunday, November 2, 2014

Photo Blog Series 26

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You go away. A day, a time
Strings of blues morbidly rhyme
I am looking for myself - you!

I try to run, can't help its hurting
Not a way to keep from waiting
There's no joy in me - you!

Photo Blog Series 25

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A spectacle so refreshing
The way his body moves
The lady ought to feel enchanted
The way he holds her & grooves

Could it be a special day that
He had asked her​ to dance
​She ​must snap out of this spell
A surreal and magical trance

But when she​ heard him breathe
Into her​ ears as he held her​ tight
It felt more real than it should
It was heaven – a sullen mind’s delight