Here she walks in the shade of solitary hills
Hair swaying, skin browned, cotton shirt upon her back
And sandals open to the dust, the camera hangs from her neck
And nestles on her breast. She frames
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This had such an easy feel about it, the reading of it flowed beautifully and you covered many images and situations in it. I enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx
Hi Frank, Another beautiful poem. This is excellent, I truly loved this poem. You very talented writer. Take care.
I love this poem. It speaks of freedom of the soul!