The woman smiles at the song
as it drifts through the air
like the scent of flowers
she closes her eyes and memories come
softly, like the turning of the sky
a girl in a blue dress on a swing
that hangs from the branch of an old tree
she moves through the air and her dress flutters
like a lily in the breeze
bathed in the warm summer sun
and the woman laughs
like the ripples on water that was still
before a leaf touched the surface
Beautiful!!
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joey
Wonderful imagery, P!
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I'm amazed how you capture this moment, past, present perhaps future in such beautiful simile. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThank you - you're all too kind but I'm glad you enjoyed it. xx
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