Vincent, your words break me
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Faded
each day, she faded a little more
Yellow Flowers
daydreams of yellow flowers in fields
Every Word
it seemed as if you were on the verge of speaking,
and i would have hung on your every word
Lace Umbrellas
while lace umbrellas caught the sun’s raining rays,
the greenhouse welcomed us with a warm embrace
Red in Winter
happiness is red flowers in winter
Marked
like a tattoo on my spirit,
you marked me forever
Good Things in January
dried flowers on table tops
crystals gleaming in the winter sun
mourning dove silhouettes against grey skies
cherry, apple and almond challah bread
leaves on rainy walkways
lemon verbena candles and a book about John Muir
Forever
fall into my gentle embrace and i will forever keep you safe
Daydream
“Everybody knows deep down that life is as much about the things that do not happen as the things that do and that’s not something that ought to be glossed over or denied because without frustration there would hardly be any need to daydream.”
from the novel, Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett
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