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from room to room
Her elegant figure
traced on the walls
from the light
of a street lamp
that shone through
an undraped window
She was like the wind
subtle, unseen
a presence
felt only by
the brush of a breeze
I watched in silence
afraid to disturb
this spirits journey
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Really love the mystery of this one.
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Thank you very much! ❤
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You’re welcome 🙂
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A lovely piece Dorinda! ❤
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Thank you, Julie! So nice to see you. I hope all is well ❤
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Lovely Lady D ☺❤
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Thank you kindly, Sir Walt ❤ 🙂
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You left me wanting more, marvelous piece of art.
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Thank you very kindly, but I don’t want to disturb her 😉
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I see!!!
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Nice 🙂
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Thanks, Maranda 🙂
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Brush of a breeze ….this made me pause and sneeze!! Really beautiful write ….
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Thank you 🙂 Be careful where you sneeze, she might sneeze back 😉
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Lololo😂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Merci beaucoup, mon ami ❤
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