Exceptional Light-weight musings of a sad situation A Silent Cry : Jete-Plie. by Marjon van Bruggen

The window lattice frames a piece of blue, sky's peripheral voice. Step lightly on your memory... Early sun enters the garden, scared, quivers at the mighty oak. Step lightly on your memory... A perfect slant falls upon my cheek, remember your fingers trails etched over half my life. Oh, step lightly on your memory... A sound of ravens flying low, ominous voices in early sun. Marjon van Bruggen March 2017 Recognized Author Notes Very often now I fall into somber musings. I think of how it was, I think of nothing ever coming back. But I don't want to give in. So I raft myself, go back inside and play the sunny wife. Oh, the duality! (Don't worry, readers! Not anymore. This was three years ago). I can't get the ballet-steps (French) written right. It should be Jete-plie with ´on the last e in each word. Correction doesn't take away the scramble. Sorry.

© Copyright 2024. Marjon van Bruggen All rights reserved. Marjon van Bruggen has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.