Bloodstained Luggage
I am not one
to hobnob
with the elite
I do not
advertise those
who crossed
my path
nor critique
their perceived
greatness
Yet…
I muse over
the battered and
bloodstained
luggage that
makes me
realize memories
and zany adventures
dwindle with age
And…
the radiance in
your eyes and
shining from
your face is
all that remains
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
Today’s challenge was to use several of the words created to Shakespeare as the inventor … see if you can pick out the ones I used!
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