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Micro poésie du vendredi…

  Univers paresseux! Ô la douleur d’être si naïve. Ou plutôt la déception, de ne plus pouvoir l’être désormais.   J’aurais dû me rappeler qu’un coeur vaillant devrait toujours porter une pelisse de fer forgé.   Advertisements

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Lovely spring morning…

  Via today’s Daily Prompt: Shock   Lovely spring morning, awakened by the phone ring. There, in my sleepy ear a voice from the past. Evoking years back, memories folded and thoughtfully filed. Kept in albums tied with white ribbons… Your face, your smile, one only dance danced in the dark. Your love, never granted… Reserving…… Continue reading Lovely spring morning…

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Not so…

Via today’s Daily Prompt: Agile   Bright blue skies, pretty young lies… Tickling my flesh ever so gently, making my skin, valleys and peaks pointy… Oh you are good, but kid yourself not! Even with a knee down, I can always get up. And though you know your way well, around my pesky little heart, there…… Continue reading Not so…

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Loophole…

Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…      

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The beast…

  You can try to hide, play hide and seek. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can lock up your closet, check well under your bed. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can deny it, make pretend, act as if you don’t see it. But the beast Won’t go to sleep……… Continue reading The beast…

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Period.

  You held me in parenthesis, close to your pun, just a comma away from your heart, though you wouldn’t admit it. Punctuating the most perfect evening, you hyphenated our lips I saw asterisks, and knew right away, This was love… Period.

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Micro poésie du vendredi…

  “Serai vent, serai brouillard, serai tempête, serai cafard…” “C’est vrai”, acquiesça t-elle naïvement Et au son de sa voix de tonnerre elle alla, gambadant valser entre ses éclairs