![]() CapriceA Poem by Geralyn Miller![]() WOTD #52![]() Unforgetable; 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 Author![]() Geralyn 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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