SHY one, Shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
With catries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.
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I LOVE this poet! Everything he writes whisks me far, far away.
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Hmmm.....reminds me of a ghost, a shadow.....silent, fleeting, observant.
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Blessings,
~ Janet ~
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