Ladylily

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StoryFeather mist sweeps fells (haiku) TonyC2519 years 8 months ago
StoryPOETIC WHISPERS moonphish109 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Swan King. Ladylily69 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Grief of Gaziantep. Ladylily149 years 8 months ago
StoryWait a Little Longer rosaliekempthorne59 years 8 months ago
StoryCreation Richard L. Prov...49 years 9 months ago
StoryWell There You Are harveyjoseph39 years 9 months ago
StoryBlue Tit Ladylily29 years 9 months ago
StoryLast Night forest_for_ever39 years 9 months ago
StoryBermondsey to Basra Battlefronts. Ladylily39 years 9 months ago
Blog entryNEW! ABCtales Competition tcook179 years 10 months ago
StoryThis Moment. Ladylily29 years 10 months ago
StoryPoet on the Hill. Ladylily29 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Journey to End all Journeys (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand710 years 6 months ago
StoryMuse Pat G1410 years 6 months ago
Story25/11/2015 Rashida210 years 6 months ago
StoryBlood is thicker than water celticman910 years 6 months ago
StoryA little Christmas sparkle (Christmas song) well-wisher210 years 6 months ago
StoryRupture (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw2010 years 6 months ago
StoryWinter Solstice. Ladylily310 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Promises of Spring.

A Robin, crotched patch of feathers, flush-blush red, preens, his reflection caresses sheets of virgin snow. Frosted limbs of a Cherry tree shine as...

Accents of Spring.

Spring giggles its ascension transforming to an ocean of coral. A visible silence erupts diminishing darkness to a sea of Gypsies kisses. Signature...
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Amira of Aleppo...Don't Forget Me...

Blasts, hotter than a dragon’s kiss, cindered aromas of cinnamon and cumin, pomegranates hang like shrunken heads. I stand in muffled silence, humble...

My Hopeless Heart.

The singing of Skylarks eases nothing, nor a sunset closing it’s orange eye, to be smothered in swirls of pearls. A hanging rose, a skeletoned body...

The Essence of the Rose.

Tiers...perfumed tincture of its central perfection, a mystic beauty. The maidens dance morn and noon, faeries jive the pale-faced moon. Rosa shines...

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