She sat.
Alone.
Cold.
And sorry.
Her words,
her opinions,
her dreams
going unnoticed in the crowd.
Sighing by
the window,
she whispered
to the wind…
That’s what I loved about him… He saw me.
She sat.
Alone.
Cold.
And sorry.
Her words,
her opinions,
her dreams
going unnoticed in the crowd.
Sighing by
the window,
she whispered
to the wind…
That’s what I loved about him… He saw me.
Cyranny's Cove 
Oh…….sighing by the window. beautiful imagery! It even sounds pretty in my execllent french, don’t you think? “Son sein dans un miroir, elle s’étouffait sur le vent”
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Aww thank you Suze!! I love your addition to my poem, and I think you could write your own French posts, if you really wanted to! You clearly underestimate your French abilities 😉
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Loved this. So wistful .
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Thank you Miriam 🙂 I’m glad this talked to you! Yes, wistful is the right word… 😉
Have a lovely weekend! xx
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And you too Cyranny 😊
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