Memoried Sweetness

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Wrapping my heart again

In old dreams

I shall have back my laughter

My youth if only for a moment

There are flowers there

Far taller than I, satin roses

Velvet – painted pansies

Staring at the sky

Green – leaved hiding -places

Still my heart can hide there

Though the long years

Lie between and I am

Far away; I can

Dream the peace still

When the world is hard now

And my heart  is tired

And dust lies everywhere

I can still wrap myself

In old dreams and hide

My heart in

It’s memoried sweetness

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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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