CapriceA Poem by Geralyn MillerWOTD #52Unforgetable; her wit, quixotic, yet kind; she was my friend.
Beneath a tousel of ebony curls, sad eyes of darkened hue.
Hidden sorrow heart overwhelmed her one day; her choice--end the pain. © 2010 Geralyn MillerAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on November 13, 2010 Last Updated on November 13, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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