Distant lights gladly play the role of man-made moons -
Whose color paints the lumpy surface of the
Snow at night. They are a spotlight
For the ever-swirling flakes of fluff.
Sensuality's fluff.
Sensual
The overused swing pulls me up like a backwards roller coaster
And then releases my rosy face into
The frosty whirling wind. The wind tries to
Turn its fleeting back to me.
Childhood's wind.
Childlike
But it sticks inevitably with me. The pretty blue
Painted front door awaits my smile of a return -
Invisible in the dim of evening.
Only who-knows-what can lead me back.
Back to my flower room -
Back to my perfume -
Back to Femininity -
Back again. Back.
Amy Cavanaugh
Daily Quote: You can't get unless you give.
And you have to give without wanting to get.- Theodore H. White
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: aimer (ay-may) verb/ to love
Example:
- "Pour bien vivre, bien aimer et laisser dire."
To live well, love well and let others say what they will.
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