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Nude

Nude

As the first morning light makes its way across the stark walls
I wish to merge into their whiteness, their smooth pureness.
Wrap myself in linen cream, and float on the wings of chorus
to be nude and unseen, to hide in between the pictures that hang.
When night drops her satin cloak and tucks-in each star with a kiss
I wish to be shadows that dance outside the ghostly-veiled windows.
To tease my demons under the bed and blow them away on the breeze
finally free to write with the hand of sadness, finally free to be me.
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Caron Swann

Thank you so much, i really appreciate your comment! xxx

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! CARON!!.... this has such a gorgeous, pristine, innocence to its deep desire for freedom's bliss!!...I love that driving desire to just melt into the surroundings that is so eloquently conveyed here!!..... had to PIN this my friend!!...... excellent work!!.....T xo πŸ‘πŸ‘βœ΄πŸ‘Œβœ΄β€πŸ˜Š

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Caron Swann

Tony, thank you so much for your kind words. I woke up with this poem in my head this morning and decided to write it! Very happy you like it! xxx

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