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| | | | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | |
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| | | | | A stream in the SpringCries over rocks in shadowsThen laughs in the sun | |
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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | Image credit; Colin Maynard @ Unsplash For this week's #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE Poetry Image Prompt, Sadje has provided us with the image above which shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she's holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat. Below... | ||