Image: We Heart It
Worshiping the Night
Stepping into the night
Barefoot on the screened-in porch
Gentle breezes playing softly in her hair
Lifting her gossamer cotton gown
She stands at the door…
Watching…
Waiting…
Longing…
When will this all end?
She turns counter clock wise
Three time
And
the Ritual begins.
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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Oct 22, 2013 @ 18:08:55
Mysterious and sensual. I like!
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Oct 22, 2013 @ 18:09:59
Thank you … for you at least I did my job!!!
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