©Our Shadows Blend
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona
Arizona™
All Rights Reserved
Every house has its
secrets.
Weeping brings no
solace;
Anger only increases
pain's life.
Fortunately our
shadows blend.
Walking beyond my
legs,
Solo, beyond firm
ground, sometimes
Aimlessly, but always
pulled home to you where
Saturday falls asleep
on Sunday.
At the edge of
laughter there's
A handful of roses
for me;
Between play and
cuddling,
We do not need
paradise
For all we have each
other.
Every secret is its
own personal validity.
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