Hurt

So many have hurt me

Out of love.

And I have worn the scars

As triumphs

Over my weaknesses.

Now I see your love

On my lips,

Into the changing colour

Of my eyes.

Your tentacles are invisible

And caressing

As ever…

I feel your thoughts

Scattered all over

As floating images

In my mirrors, every day.

I Wish…

I were as beautiful

As a painted picture

On a wall

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She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, laugh, smile and drop a line here, or on her email.

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throwing stars
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