
We called it the lightning tree. Stunted and blackened it stood resolute, stark against the moon-bright night, while shooting stars circled wildly over the soft, velvet plain. Here we farmed, here cattle roamed over long-stemmed grass and here we were happy. but drought-stricken landthirsted for seven summers:grass withered, we fled. The lightning tree still stands, […]
The lightning tree — luna’s on line
Thanks for sharing my prose-poem, Sadje 💜
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My pleasure dear friend
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you, Vidah. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Such a beautiful prompt dear Sadie, and what a wonderful take by Chris.
I so miss participating in your lovely prompts, but there are other things that need my attention.
Visiting your blog is always joy imparting.:)
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Thanks a lot my friend
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