My vintage life,
Painted black & white…
A thousand shades
From me to you.
As I put the pen down
Words come alive,
Knitting dreams of themselves
A safe haven for two.
Do you feel my trembling fingers,
As I slip the key around your neck?
Bathing in warm memories,
I washed away frantically
Every pigment left
On my aching skin…
Please come, and color me again
Lay your rainbows on my scars!
Let the phoenix, at long last
Rise majestically from within…
Cyranny's Cove 
When the lights are out
There is nothing
But black
And white lies
And compromise
Holding us together
With clandestine ties
Over eyes
To bind
Lest we find
A light
In the night
Above
Shining down
On our guilty love
Before the dawn
When
We know forever
We must never
Meet again.
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I have missed your poetic comments, dear Brutus! I know I only have myself to blame, since I haven’t written much poetry lately.
Your well knitted thoughts always make me smile, and this will most certainly encourage my silent fingers 😉 Thank you! xx
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I have been a bit withdrawn my self, of late. But if you keep producing lovely poetry then I shall continue to provide silly reactions.
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So beautiful!
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This one took me places. Wow.
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This means a lot to me… Coming from one of the mightiest Queens of poetry 🙂 Thank you very much, dear Sarah! xx
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Oh thank you. And you’re very welcome.
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