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She let her gaze drift through the open window
Past the tree line, past the gleaming Serpentine
To a distant point where only her eyes could see,
Where young men were jesting in the sun

With pretty girls flirting under the shadow
Of their frilly umbrellas, the luscious shine
Of their faces mirroring their glee,
It was a Sunday afternoon for having fun.

With a sigh, she lifted her hand to her brow
Questioning her wisdom for the umpteeth time
Why she couldn't be like them happy and free
Or if her loneliness would kill her on the long run.

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    Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago

    Very poignant. Her loneliness probably did lead to her tragic end... in Paris, if I've read it right. You have captured, effortlessly, a sad set of emotions, Frenchie.

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    Frenchie over 6 years ago

    Thank you my friends, for your appreciation... sorry, Lost my password and could not remember which email.. Hope you are all well :-)

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    Neville Hunt over 6 years ago

    Great to see you back, Frenchie.

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