My lovely shadow. I stare across the field. The clothes line is where she is sexist. A stolen look at her. A silhouette of the body my dreams occupy. Lost in a hidden moment, miles from anywhere. I can taste her breath. Feel the stands of hair.
I struggle to sit upright. My daydream lost. Pieces of sand passed through an hour glass. She is spectre. Haunting me still.
Wow amazing loved every word of yours and the picture is so apt.👍👍👍👍👍
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Thank you very much. The picture was great prompt! Everything was right there. ☺
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