
Returning to the steps where first they met, he sits awhile, alone, bereft.Crimson petals like blood red tears scatter on cold, hard stone.His heart bleeds for her, his loss, a future that will never be. ~~~~~~~~ Image credit: Yana Hurskaya @ UnsplashThe image shows an earthenware jug filled with red tulips. The jug is sitting on old stone steps. Written […]
No future — luna’s on line
tragic
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a wonderful response to your prompt, Sadje!
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Thanks so much for sharing, Sadje!💖
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My pleasure Chris
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beautiful!💖
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