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Is that you I see past my window shade?
Have you come to visit this lonely soul?
Venture in and stay awhile
Sit with me, as I grow old
The chair, once filled with laughing eyes
Has been empty, many years gone by
And I watch and wait for that certain day
When we are together again, to stay
Is that you, I see outside?
As my world turns monochrome?
Here’s my hand, I’m ready now
For you to take me home
Photo and Poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Thanks for the reblog 🙂
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Sadly beautiful
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Thank you, Derrick
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Oh, I love this. Beautifully written.
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Thank you so very much, Drew 🙂
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Rather melancholy, but lovely. Hugs! ❤
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Thank you, Bushka. The wind kept shadowing my blinds with the branches of trees. To me, it looked like someone wanted to come in. Hugs! ❤
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Fruitful imagination….Happens to me too…I love it… 😉 Hugs!
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Imagination is the best thing ever!! Hugs! ❤
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Indeed…..So much we do not know about the ‘Unknown’…. 😉 Hugs!
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