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The Chill Of Your Touch

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

I feel a chill in your kiss...like the cold, February wind that rushes through my veins Oh, howI long for the soft tenderness of your caresswhich has ..

Are You Knocking ~ Do You Hear The Wind Sing Your ..

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

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Lost In The Masquerade Of Love_ Please Remember me

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

___________________________________________________________________________Will you please remember me...as you go about your lifeOr...as I often wond..

A Touch of Their Feathers

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

The God of 'Second Chances' always loves to give you opportunities

Delight At The Farmer's Market

A Story by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

I wandered on down to the Farmer's Market,last Sundayafternoon.As I walked down the rows of home harvested vegetablesandhomemade delicacies of cakes, ..

Ah Yes...Life in the 1950's

A Story by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

So many fond childhood and teenage memories play in the attic of my mind. In the 1950s we played outdoor games. Any type of game with a ball. We'd pl..

You Call This Love? ~ On The Path To Enlightenment

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One cold day in December, the year was 1996he walked into her life-later..

The Woven Canvas Of My Heart

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

The soft woven canvas of my heart weaves its silken memoriesin slow trickles of honeyed colored huesas they magically dance with my naïve h..

"Once Upon A Time"...When We Think The Gods Fail ..

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

“Once upon a time” is how many stories beginstories full of adventure where pages of magic and wonderareheld withinBut life’s no..

The Heart's Obsession

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

The heart's obsession...The more desire one feelsand the more the object of that desire is withheldthe more extreme one's behavior becomesUnder certai..