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Toy tin soldier

I’m a toy tin soldier and you my love I’m try to find as your glorious image burns deeply in my mind. March on through night when your hypnotic color violet painting The Dark misty sky of the nighT Then my ears were pierced by your soft Sweet serenade of a cry guiding me like a dove flying me to you my love.

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if I would use the word [pierced] for a line that is supposed to bring about an image of sweet sensuality. Maybe: [ My ears were reached by your serenade-cry, a dove flying me to you, my love]? I get the image of a purple twilight and a snow-white dove, flying toward you. ~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Hi Edward, is this short piece inspired by the tale of the Ballerina and The Toy Tin Soldier. It reminds me of it.
Good prose. Best, Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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