For a moment it flashed
through me, I thought I
remembered being someone before now,
the her who was me
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'the her who was me hurt, felt, embedded like a whorl in wood' - a nice work of a skilled wordsmith!
That's a very interesting poem. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.10+++
To stand like her! ! 💃 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A great poem on a peep into the infancy roused by the old photograph
Great imagery coming out of a rare nostalgic moment. Thanks & Congrats.
embedded like a whorl in wood. The photograph is black and white, but I know the dress was amber- a very fine poem. tony
Infanta of Valasquez.. Nice poem. Enjoyed reading.