Youth Dreams

Beneath the willow
a young woman dreams
Harlequin romance
in hand – portrait of
stormy-eyed perfection

Innocence luxuriates
in spicy dreams, awaits
love’s sweeping encounter –
hormones not yet bearing
the bruises of disappointment.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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