But darn if that scent of lemon
isn’t just so yellow, and though
I meant to write about the squeeze
of fear, there’s that bright perfume
on my fingertips and all I can think
is how full of sunshine it is, that scent,
though the room is dark,
though the last thing I thought
I could write about tonight
was hope.
Hi Rosemerry,
As you demonstrate so nicely here, sometimes we step through the looking glass backwards…
Backwards through the looking glass, I love that phrase, thanks Rick exactly so Xo r
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