Laura Callender

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My stories

As The Music Played.

Deceit and betrayal hurt her bitterly, yet crying was not an option Instead she walked confidently attracting the eye of the many men The ballroom floor was full, yet as this elegant lady strolled through everyone wanted her

A Beautiful Kiss

Kisses like this only happen in movies Not to strangers, who only recently met Not to me But it did

The Piano Player

The painting sat high on the wall The fussiness of the brush strokes so delicately taken To create an image of serenity and grace The piano payer sits tall, long arms out stretched Deliberately playing sounds in an organised pattern Allowing beauty to bounce of the invisible waves.

Witnessing a friends pain

Shadows lurking in murky places Splashes of sunlight attempting to break through The anger and bitter darkness that stays firm Deep thoughts of revenge penetrate Even in the shadows of those around you

!tnemtnetnoC

Little lengths of loopy liquorice Wrapped tightly around her finger

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