Bread and Tulips by NothingNess
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petals unfolding one by one drinking in the warmth of the sun "Where is she?" leaves spreading in spring air hues of deep pink with white flare "I miss her singing to me, as she played guitar!" intensity imbued with sorrow here today, there is no tomorrow "I know exactly what I would say." dew ladden petals cover the ground last visage of beauty to be found "Oh, where has she gone?"
This writing was done in collaboration with depalo, a wonderful new friend and kindred spirit. Thank you for reading...Leah
Comments (5)
eternalwytch1
Lovely piece.
Wolfspirit
YES...Lovely as excellent this IS! I am having such a great day and this piece of writing just adds to it! Thank you both for sharing!
TallPockets
This one hit all the right 'notes' for me. V
3gmcs
I enjoyed reading this one... thank you! :) Lou.
Strondar
I enjoyed this. I like the duality of it! Nice work.