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I step out
Into the darkness
A passing mist
Gently brushes my skin
And dances
Across my cheek.
I dare not wipe it away,
For fear
Its magic could
Quite quickly disappear
So I let it linger,
Color the starkness
Caressing me,
I savor this wicked sin
Like a lover’s kiss,
It is what I seek.
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
Ohhhh, that’s magical, Dorinda!
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Thanks so much, Colleen!! ❤
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Well done! 😍✨
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❤ ❤
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My comments are not showing!?!
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I have to approve them lol
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Ahhhhh!!
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You are more and more amazing with every poem Lady D! 😊❤
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Thank you so very much, Sir Walt! 😊❤️
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You are very welcome Lady D! 😊❤
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You were so nice to me on the comment about the sky, thought I would visit your latest post. Well done. I could feel both the darkness, tension, and a sense of hope.
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Thank you! I’m glad you stopped by! 🙂
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Wonderful!💖
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Your welcome!💖
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