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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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| | | | | (written March 2024) My words are not commodities for sale or rent, though I have often misspent them. As I write, I hope someone may collect them like pennies in a jar. To extract one or two when their days are hard. My words will never hold meaning to those who choose not to see... | |
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| | | | | Image credit; Derek Mack@Unsplash Here's my response to Sadje's 'What do you see?' photo prompt. You can find her full post by clicking on this link: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/11/11/what-do-you-see-262-november-11-2024-remembrance-day/ Field of redRemembrance, only half the battle.No clock required for sacrifice.Open wounds rage past eleven.Stand on blood.Pick a poppy.Grasp that wars don't end war.©?2024 Britta Benson. No unauthorized... | |
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