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She left nothing more than a memory
Behind, in his repose
A golden mask that hid her face
Her skin, the color of a rose
Pale as feathers of a swan
She moved with subtle grace
Across the room, beside his heart
To a deeper, darker place
And then she left without a word
Took his soul with her, you see
Kept hidden deep behind the mask
She remains a mystery
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
Thanks for Noticing Me said:
Reblogged this on Alyssa's Blog and commented:
Love this one!!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you!!! 🙂
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unstilledheart said:
Reblogged this on unstilledheart.
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Morgan said:
Oh My Gosh, You wrote The Mystery,. I wrote The Paradox
Its almost scary 🙂 In a wonderful way tho!
Happy Magical Friday 🙂 May your weekend be Perfectly Enchanting !
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Erika Kind said:
Wherever she went to…. did you write that inspired from the picture?
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