by Steve Tanham
You took us to your window
To see the cliffs of dawn
Across the miles they shone like sheets
Hung on a washing line
We knew, you said, beyond the chalk
On scribbled boards you waited
And prayed that you were searching, too
For those who searched for you…
©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
Perfect description, Steve… they do look like sheets on a washing line…
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Thank you, Jaye – and for the reblog 😎
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My pleasure, Steve…
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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