Fillagree Edges

            Fillagreed edges of
            my heart like laced
            edges of a doily
            winding round as
            secret passages
            in the labyrinth
            of another world

© July 2011 Renee Espriu

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    1. I hate to admit it, Amy, but sometimes when I am most tired or under stress the words come more freely. I do hope they were good tears, truly. Thank you for your kind words.

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  1. I have to agree with Sharp little Pencil here Renee… the words you chose always hit home and make their point, Lovely post and picture.. Hope you are well and had a lovely weekend.. Happy Wednesday to you xox

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  2. I am my mother’s daughter….you see past the simplicity of lives ordinary things. My children always tell me I will never grow old, just like their grandmother and Nana because we let others see how the world looks through our eyes. I got lost in your labrinyth long ago and what an amazing place your heart is…i love you!

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