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The Old Frame – by Susie Hemingway

  Found in dusty antique gloom this pretty ormolu frame, not new! I picked you up and placed you safe, with memories flooding mind of you… Another face it must have held fortune, fate, for there’s no doubt. A loved ones face for I am sure, the curves that...

If Tears Could Talk.

    If tears could talk as gentle fall they gather all in misty path that’s made. On flushed cheeks like warm ‘soft nymphs of sadness’ huge droplets fill sad eyes, as cleansing in their wake this pain so deeply felt.   Whirlpools of...