Maybe it was the glimmer of something gentle Coming into view that pushed me to my knees Imagining the touch of a kitten's paw on my cheek No rosary falling to the floor Dust collecting beads hanging from my bedpost ...shifting gears from sensation to visual Or maybe the sighting of a shooting star that …
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There are times when you meet someone - and there are no words spoken There is no agenda There is no preconceived notion There is that first look That first visual forever etched into the mind The color of the eyes - not even a smile or glint of wonder Just a simple clear sense …
Trilby Yates 