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charlotte


i 
shall
float on
through colours
gay and glorious
weaving my name into the night

© 2013-Rene

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  1. 21 WitsNovember 24, 2013 at 8:55 PM

    ..and she will be happy forever more!

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  2. kaykualaNovember 25, 2013 at 6:19 AM

    Great to expect to be having a grand time. Enjoy life's perspectives to the fullest! Nice write Rene!

    Hank

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  3. HelenNovember 25, 2013 at 11:06 AM

    ... very nice, Rene.

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  4. Indigo RothNovember 25, 2013 at 3:25 PM

    Hey Rene! Tennyson's glorious end? I had to look it up, and the best I could manage was The Light Brigade. This one is a thinker =) Indigo x

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  5. MarianNovember 26, 2013 at 10:32 AM

    ahhhh.

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  6. Tess KincaidNovember 26, 2013 at 2:57 PM

    Clever ending...

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  7. Silent Otto November 27, 2013 at 6:15 AM

    Meeting night sounds so ambiguous !

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