CRESSIDA DE NOVA
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Loss
when i was a child
i remember the rustle of taffeta
perfume and furs
facepowder and corsages
the glistening jewels of drop earrings
when they touched a cheek
as you were kissed goodnight
tucked up in bed
it was magic
it has gone
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Dave King
26 January 2012 at 12:37
Like this very much. I can relate to it absolutely.
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Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry
27 January 2012 at 18:56
vivid imagery.
:)
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Like this very much. I can relate to it absolutely.
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