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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Mag: Frosted

photo by Tess Kincaid

Sometimes, I sit alone and wish
What if things were different?

I see a moist glass
I see rains outside

I draw something on the frosted glass
While deep in my thoughts, without realizing where my fingers are moving to.
What I see when I came out of my thoughts was a free & a happy girl.

Then, I wish to be like the silhouette on the glass
I wish to be free & happy

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 286

26 comments:

  1. Yes sometimes the inanimate world helps us realise the inner feelings!

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    1. Just like blogs
      Thanks for dropping by Ira :)

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  2. Dreams of a young heart wanting everything nice to happen. Very true Dee Dee!

    Hank

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    1. Don't everyone want nice things to happen to them :-)

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  3. Nicely done, with a poignant touch.

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  4. A dream is like a silhouette, carved in fog. don't we all chase those dreams?

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    1. We all do, some get it, some chase it all their lives :-)

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  5. Writing on misty glass is like scribbling in the sand as the tide creeps in. In no time at al your thoughts get carried away. A delightfully whimsical piece,
    Visit Keith's Ramblings!

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    1. I agree with you keith.

      Thanks for dropping by

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  6. Uplifting and sweet Dee Dee. Enjoy your week.

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    1. And I thought I was alone :-)
      Thanks for dropping by Kathleen

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