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She rises from the waters
Her ethereal being flows
Billowing silken threads
Shadows in the throes
Of muddied liquid ripples
Chilled, against her skin
A soul, that’s buried far below
Her spirit, deep within
The sands of time, forever
She withstands, her body frail
Searching for the one she loves
Will she, at last, prevail?
She’ll rise again, tomorrow
In hopes, she’ll see him soon
Standing where she saw him last
Beneath the Harvest Moon
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay
Erika Kind said:
This was poignant, Dorinda. Everlasting love. Very beautiful!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you, Erika. Even in death, we return to find that one true soul 🙂
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Erika Kind said:
Sometimes I think, then even more….
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Eternity has no end 😊
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Erika Kind said:
The wonderful thing about it!!
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thelonelyauthorblog said:
Nice one. I really like this.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Drew! 🙂
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thelonelyauthorblog said:
You’re welcome
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Roger Bussey said:
Beautiful words.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Roger! 🙂
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