Blue nightgown, you’ve served me well.
With your delicate white flowers
and flirtation with maidenhood,
you gave me many nights
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What a piece of creativity...wow! ! I love it so so much much :)
The question is 'does it really matter whether the nightgown fits? ' Beautiful reflection. Thanks.
That was a wonderous piece of work! It was somewhat arousing and at the same time it was also inspiring, sad and... wonderful. You make anything sound good methinks. You obviously have a gift for seeing the beauty in almost everything. And don't forget, you can always find a new nightgown :)
Someone, Tara, with a voice like yours is surely never less than appealing, never mind rounder legs and the rest! I like the effortless quality of your poetry. Thank you for this. Esther : ]
From a scrumptious tart in a florid ribboned box to a mere blue puddle fallen on the floor, humorously symbolizes the life of the sleepwear paralleling the changing physique of the wearer due to natural aging. I was totally amused by the unexpectedly abrupt conclusion.