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Traces…
Wandering… Enjoying the coolness of early the Autumn air on my skin… the brilliant blue sky… a paintbox of colors resting on the trees Along the way I feel for Traces of You… Memories… The life we shared… The warmth of sunshine filters through leaves Creating shadows that Tattoo my skin And… Once again… I can feel you © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Sep 23, 2014 @ 19:55:57
“Tattoo my skin.” Something so permanent speaks to the levity of your poem. Bravo!
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Sep 23, 2014 @ 19:56:49
Thanks … kind of like that line myself:)
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