Summer breezeA Poem by Jeannine Winklaarlaughter is on the table in between dishes and sorrow not orderly arranged, but random neither here nor there
secret lies there also - not up for grabbs - just lingering below the rim of a soucer, almost hidden
that sweet summer night - it took forever - while it's breeze drove the heat out and fused shared grief without saying
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1 Review Added on May 10, 2015 Last Updated on May 10, 2015 AuthorJeannine WinklaarAmsterdam, N-Holland, NetherlandsAboutI was born in Curaçao, lived in Aruba and I am now living in Amsterdam for the longest part of my life. I decided few years back to get energy from making poetry and painting. Best decision .. more..Writing
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