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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!
 
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.



Thank you.​

Stunning photo Lizzie, WOW!!! :rose:
 
beautiful!
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.​
 
A double-backwards-somersault through a hoop
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.

The strings broke and I watched
The marionette tumble.​
She laid on her side,​
Looking remarkably free.​

Cheers :kiss: :heart:
 
A spare from my leather and denim series

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There's no place like home.

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It's where the :heart: is. :)

It is indeed.

That's some point of view -- draws us right after you...

Thanks Mara. It was a challenging pic to get just right.

What a great composition. There is so much good going on in this shot (besides the obvious).:kiss:

Thanks JRP. The idea was given to me by a friend.

That perspective sends me over the rainbow and over the moon at the same time.:heart:

That's sweet Glendale.😘
 
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