Along the avenue of lost souls
We danced deliriously
Entwined in each other
Oblivious to everything else
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Along the avenue…
dancing
The look
He gave me a look
I’ll never forget.
It was the kind of display
that takes your breath away,
rendering one giddy
from the thrill of it.
It was the sort of look
that leaves you dancing
on a euphoric cloud,
intoxicated by the soothing
waves of wonder
sweeping over your soul.
And I’ll never forget
that sweet moment of bliss
when his gorgeous gaze
wrapped around my own.
Because that’s when I knew
that he really did love me,
and I know for certain
he still does.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The sound of serenity
The lazy days of summer
are by and by, fading away;
I hear it as the breeze
sashays through the trees.
Wind chimes join the waltz,
each elegant note
sounding the arrival
of crisp fall days ahead.
The sweet serenade
brings inner peace
and infuses my spirit
with the sound of serenity.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Twirly birds and twinkled toes
Waltzing on the wind
Dotting doorways with delight
Treasures for children
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Twirly birds and twinkled toes
Her Secret Place…
Beneath the silvery moon sky
She kisses all her cares goodbye
Barefoot and free
She races down to the sea
In the soft glow of the night
She dances in pure delight
Her emotions are heightened
Yet she is not frightened
The breezy ocean air
Runs fingers through her hair
The cool salty mist
Gives a soft gentle kiss
She embraces the touch
From this place she loves so much
She is pleased by her endeavor
But knows she cannot stay forever
Her heart is heavy and torn
Creases of it now aged and worn
She reaches down underneath the sand
Capturing the tiny pieces in the palm of her hand
Gently blowing the colored crystals away
She promises to come back another day
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 