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  Jan 4 Frances Raeburn
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the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss them
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
Happy new year to those of you on this site
who have read and encouraged me this year
and more importantly thank you for writing words that I have loved
and will remember
and on we go!
Here’s to 2024!
See you on the other side!
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
and then
we laughed out loud
albeit a bit too loud
we just
didn’t know what else to do
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
These are little pieces
in the real world
fragments that
have become undone
if you reach to touch them
they will disappear
like smoke upon touch
the little pieces
that today
seem so much
It is not easy
to feel this way
To change the course
for a moment.


A rightful choice
as it may be?
Just to jump and
walked far away
that side of stupidity.


Now, in uncertain time
embrace the inevitable things
The pains of the present
and that unsound  judgement
Killing me softly
indeed.


Yet, the course of time
through a  sensible ears
Find the real peace inside
and treasures of a lifetime.
Once young
Embraced the daylight
Falls asleep at night

Filled in days
Captivated, Awakened
and alive

Rest in tune
Yearning with love
Seasons by time

Through ~ Faith,
and Love within
a journey of a lifetime ~

BEGINS.
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
those who believe in love
take one step to the right
those who are burnt
take one step to the left
those who still believe
stampede straight ahead
headlong
into the middle .
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