Ladylily

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StoryJewels of Africa. Ladylily103 years 4 months ago
StoryPeacekeeping Philip Sidney173 years 5 months ago
StoryTropics on the wall (haiku) TonyC2543 years 5 months ago
StoryFeather mist sweeps fells (haiku) TonyC2513 years 5 months ago
StoryPOETIC WHISPERS moonphish103 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Swan King. Ladylily63 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Grief of Gaziantep. Ladylily143 years 6 months ago
StoryWait a Little Longer rosaliekempthorne53 years 6 months ago
StoryWEEDS AND FLOWERS BIGGUS43 years 7 months ago
StoryCreation Richard L. Prov...43 years 7 months ago
StoryWell There You Are harveyjoseph33 years 7 months ago
StoryBlue Tit Ladylily23 years 7 months ago
StoryLast Night forest_for_ever33 years 7 months ago
StoryBermondsey to Basra Battlefronts. Ladylily33 years 7 months ago
Blog entryNEW! ABCtales Competition tcook173 years 7 months ago
StoryThis Moment. Ladylily23 years 8 months ago
StoryPoet on the Hill. Ladylily23 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Journey to End all Journeys (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand74 years 3 months ago
StoryMuse Pat G144 years 4 months ago
Story25/11/2015 Rashida24 years 4 months ago
StoryBlood is thicker than water celticman104 years 4 months ago
StoryTHANKSGIVING DAY TURKEY BIGGUS24 years 4 months ago
StoryA little Christmas sparkle (Christmas song) well-wisher24 years 4 months ago
StoryRupture (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw204 years 4 months ago
StoryWinter Solstice. Ladylily34 years 4 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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