When I Saw Her Last

It was a sunny day

when I saw her, last

The most gentlest of breezes

along with her smile, sweet

and the longing in her eyes,

and the soothing way, she said

we’ve run out of filter number 4

and the coffee is burning a hole in my memory…

 

And my memory

of her as well…..

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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