the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft
touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced
to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage
a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath
it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance
© September 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself
reneejustturtleflight.com 
I found those words quite musical, like a sweet violin breaking into the emotions of a tranquil dream of beauty.
Emu aka Ian
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I am finding that I cannot try to write when it is not there and simply need to write as it comes whenever that may be. I am glad you liked this and that it evoked such feelings for you. Thank You!
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Beautiful and breathtaking Renee are both your words and image.. 🙂 I agree with Ian, wonderful 🙂
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Thank You Sue! I am no longer concerned if I write every day or not as I did when I began my site. Whenever the words are there I will put them down and if they are not I will be patient until they come.
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That is the best way to be… I used to get in a flap if I didn’t catch up with everyone.. Now I just take it in my daily stride.. 🙂 Such is Change and knowing we have to please ourselves and not others.. 🙂
Big Hugs to you my friend xx
Sue
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The night and a rose. Few combinations are more perfect, eh?
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Thank You Jamie and for popping in at a time when I so needed it. I do hope you are doing alright, really. I am doing much better and learning to take care of ‘me’ for a change in life. Not easy when you have always felt so attached to such a large family but I am taking it a day at a time. I always keep you in my thoughts. You have been kind and I have not always been so. Take care.
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You are in my prayers, Renee. Take care. Be well. Hugs!
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