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The magic of nature surrounds my lonely figure.
I think of her beautiful face, those eyes and those lips and her soft glowing skin.
I think of her beautiful face, those eyes and those lips and her soft glowing skin.
She is elusive. I have never seen her except in my mind.
I know she must be. . . somehow. I know because I feel her, long for her. . .beauty.
I know she must be. . . somehow. I know because I feel her, long for her. . .beauty.
A jump, a turn and I thrust into space. There goes my life. Thrust into space.
Life returns to me with gifts of motion, energy, time and strength, but not permanently, just right now.
Until then. Until she is here I am content to think of her. Elusive and sad.
NOT!
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Photos by Françoise Broe.