Like balancing on a tripwire,
floating in the blue space beyond a broken bridge,
he searched for his silent movie sanctuary.
On the pier, he watched for days
via stilled spyglass sights,
his solo soul stared
at their shared,
star scattered
pewter skies
to spy his
one true
destiny
– Her.
Rural Romantic Ramblings 
Some beautiful imagery in this Mel – and I love the way it looks almost heart shaped the way it’s laid out on the page. A really lovely piece.
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Thanks Nik, you’re a champion of comments that is much appreciated. 🙂
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Works both ways Mel – you’ve always been so generous with your time and words also! Really did enjoy this one 🙂
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