unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...

POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Thursday, February 10, 2011

the sun burned my flesh today...

 i thought it was
your kiss


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

This image is how I see Dominica. Weird. Not. Wow.


me, too, trish - me, too!

she reminds me of nica, too!

[but i must confess that i played with rossetti's original image and adjusted the tint/saturated the color to get the color tone that we see here] -

Roger Gauthier said...

She's so young, she already knows
She's so young, too young for such sorrow

Deep, deep inside her, she feels her love life already behind her. She was not lucky. But then few women are, because most of us men are not fun at the bottom of it.



but, dear roger, the gypsy is not most women and the men she has known have not been most men! ;)