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Woman
Seasons come and go Time marches on, In the mirror I can see Reflections of me. A woman’s eye, A woman’s touch, A woman’s heart, That has felt so much. Seared by life’s fire, Hardened by its flame, Inside burns a passion One that will never be tamed. Still, at times, I can see The little girl Hidden inside of me.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller
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