These last words,
were uttered in a lower tone,
all in a room to conjure with–
lost in the soothing steamings of hot water,
followed by that inexplicable sensation
of absolute calm,
I could not help, smiling.
He might lie and look up at her
Anthony never remembered clearly
what they were.
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Laura hosts at dVerse where she invites us to patchwork some prose. Come joins us! 💘
Books chosen: Page 27 of A Romance of Two worlds by Marie Corelli and page 24 of The
Beautiful and Damned by F.Scott Fitzgerald
Posted for MTB: Patchworking some Prose @dVerse Poets Pub