Glimpse of Us
For a Moment We Last Forever
“Dancing is creating a sculpture that is visible only for a moment.” ― Erol Ozan
A walk
Through a history, no explanation needs.
Iris to iris,
A conversation
in silence.
Where hearts and minds,
Meld.
A talk.
A waltz.
The pull,
The allure,
Of a soul’s mate
About the Creator
Jennifer David
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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Good one, Jennifer.