WIND-CHIMES She moves through the pleasure garden not a - TopicsExpress



          

WIND-CHIMES She moves through the pleasure garden not a shadow, not a ghost, not really there at all. Grass trembles with the tread of her feet and pond-water ripples its delight as jewel-eyed Carp rise to watch her pass, but see only the blue of sky. Her earrings, gold and red as autumn leaves, are wind-chimes as she moves her head, her laughter pleases the air, her smile drips sunshine. She is only a memory.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 16:42:42 +0000

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