Oct 2016


And there you go, beaming smiles unaware

on how my heart counting steps

skips a beat, my heart forgets

that nights alone are set to dream

and days are filled with clouds and sun

to keep me awake, but then your hair

will fly around in radiant gold,

and I forget my heart to hold

from flying loose into the air

and foolish me, I come undone

under your spell-


“I had sparkle that morning, sparkle that originated somewhere deep inside me and spread outward to my cheeks and eyes, even it seemed, to the gleam of my hair.”
― Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly
Written by
Hector  M/Florida, USA
(M/Florida, USA)   
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