A beautiful face.
A gentle breeze.
Lightly kissed her cheek.
Then covered her blush
By blowing her soft curls
Over her face.
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A beautiful face.
A gentle breeze.
Lightly kissed her cheek.
Then covered her blush
By blowing her soft curls
Over her face.
Mrs. Long Weatherbee,
While rummaging through her old closet
Found her good-old pink lingerie.
With a smile on her face
Along came good-old memories.
In her teens, Mrs. Weatherbee,
Had stolen glances from nearly-naked chiseled boys
Girls ridiculed her, many laughed at her stupidity.
“Oh, how silly of me to wear this pink lingerie to the beach!”
To escape the humiliation,
Mrs. Weatherbee had dived into the sea.
She swam long and hard,
Suddenly the currents became strong.
Pulling her deeper into the sea.
That’s when she met the man of her dreams.
Mr. Weatherbee,
Saved Mrs. Weatherbee from drowning
& instantly fell in love with her in the sea.
Now, they’ve been married for many years.
But Mrs. Weatherbee still holds on
To her good-old pink lingerie
With all its bittersweet memories.
Abandoned house.
A drop of water trickled
Down a rusty tap.
Temperatures dropped.
Pitter-pattering rain.
Turned into tiny beads of snow.
Tapping gently on my window.
It’s all hazy.
A heaviness inside my mind.
I tried to overcome the feeling with a smile.
Smile turned into a tear.
Sleep lingered on her eyelids
He carried her in his arms
And tucked her into bed.
Symmetrical ripples
In the grey cloudy sky
A lone bird swam across it.
From the outside it might just be another book.
On the inside there’s a whole new world.
& in those words I belong.
Dusk was falling rapidly.
Air was getting colder.
Path ahead was lonely.
No one there to hold her.
The night was cold and dark
Next morning; sunlight glistened
Like diamonds in the snow.