Beautiful Words Too

No words are lost

There are sweet words

One is happiness

Just out of my reach

Like the bright butterfly

With wings of lace

Dancing on the breeze

There are charming words

One is love

Beyond my reach

Like the moon

A white image

Against a velvet night

A silver mask

Over my loneliness

There are kind words

One is hope

A foolish little song

Meaningless words to

Some forgotten tune

What is it made of

Only a idiot calls

It enough

There are lovely words

One is darkness

Offering forgetfulness

The hidden part

Of  all I am

If  anyone should ask

For me, say I have gone

Back where I shall

Stay for an eternal day

No words are lost

Be they gold and silver

Words are sweet to say

Softly  underbreath

There are enchanting words

One is Death

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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