Age-less
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She stands in the mirror, naked and alone in her thoughts.
When did she get here?
Her eyes meeting eyes in the mirror; still holding the spark of her younger days. Sensual memories of playful indiscretions and secret lovers. She smiles and gently touches the lines which appear on her face.
How did she get here?
Wasn’t she only 21 last week? Dancing until dawn and not a care in the world! Singing at the top of her lunges not caring who heard. She is still that little girl; the feisty young gypsy somewhere deep inside…the one who sang to the trees, played in the rain, danced under the bright moon and sat for hours in the grass listening to the birds sing. Who always followed her heart and was so impulsive but yet so tender to those around her. Who could always get what she wanted. Who loved with the intensity of a flame. Who could enrapture a man with a look. Who could talk a kitten out of a tree.

Does anyone still see her? She is still here!

Her fingertips run over her face so softly drawing each line or trying to erase them; she is not sure. The bits of grey at her temples scream out once again needing to be covered to hide a bit of her age. She touches her throat, running fingers down over her color bone skin so soft….then notices her hands….so like her grandmother’s hands…skin beginning to loosen and crease.
When did she get here?
Eyes meet eyes in the mirror again….this time with tears yet to be shed.

beautiful

Thank you

A very tender reflection of all that time,,,,becomes...
A very nice first post here,,and your very good at your expressions to read here,,,looking forward to reading more,,and WELCOME HERE..
Have a great day,,

agreed

Thank you for the welcome and kind words.

That is how I feel today :)

I have much to say and much I have written. I could publish a very strange, eclectic, erotic, sad, insightful book if I had the time. Maybe one day!

M

I LOVE creative writing. It's such a great way express yourself and your imagination, which you seem to have a lot of :)

Thank you, it just flows out of me at times. Like my dance. It is a way of expression that may not always make sense to all.

It doesn't have to make sense to everyone

Hi Jill..glad to see you here again,,haven't seen ya for awhile....hugs,,and welcome back on..

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That's a lot of quotes :)

Wonderful write welcome to mingle .

Thank you just starting to feel my way around here. Nice to meet so many on here xxx