Lighting Strikes
As the lightning strikes
A shooting star fly's by
Maybe that's what the appeal was
Never wearing high heels on a Saturday night
But she was a gypsy girl at heart
As free as the wind in the trees
I watched her as she moved
Yet, with all her toes and fingers moving
She held a jar of emotions
Locked up inside her
She always had a way of standing
Above her circumstances
How I wished to be more like her
Sun, 3/18/ 2018 8:30 pm, reading on the weekend, A few books on my kindle. First, one was called Fear, true stories about child abduction. Second book/story was called Before The Full Moon Rises. Then Sunday I watched a movie called Beguiled. Here it is :)
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2018
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