In my youth
I was smooth
silky to touch
my skin scented warm
with love and laughter
The years have rolled on
In the silence of one
scorched cold by the sun
the memories
I was here once.
a dawn bird
In response to Pic and a Word Challenge – Otherness – #228
A Shared Space 
beautiful…and so many more places to go..
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Thanks, Heather. Yes … the world can wait, it will be more beautiful when we see it again.
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This speaks to me – so well written.
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So glad it did, VJ. That’s what I love about writing. Done in isolation and coming from a deep personal space and yet it connects with someone else’s truth. Thank you so much.
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Welcome.
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