ILuvSmalBreasts
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The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...
Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.
This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.
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Thank you.
It's rare that you get a lovely poem to go with a lovely picture. I would say both are exquisite! Great post, Liz!