Lady of the lake…
Lady of the lake….
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We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a sweet song to me.
“Do words matter?
What are we?
Maybe we are just, here for a second,
maybe we are just dancers upon the wind,
waiting for a reason to be alive.
Dear Poet,
dance with me near the weeping willow tree,
Lets, become like the free and wild dandelions,
reaching for the sky, fearless and strong.”
I brought the Lady of the lake near and I whispered. Please Lady of the lake, love me today, love me tomorrow, love me forever, with you near, I want to live forever in your arms.
Dancing Coyote
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Thank you my friend. One of my favorites.
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lovely poem, John; there is so much longing in these small lines —
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Hello John. I appreciate the comment my friend.
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…maybe we are just dancers upon the wind….
lovely.
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Hello dear Faye and thank you for reading and the comment. Good to be a dancer on the wind.
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yes…on the wind. I can picture it. Thx John.
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Beautiful.
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Hello my friend. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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