We’re both planted firmly in the earth.
On shaky ground -- in doubt.
We’re both upset at times.
Not knowing what we’re mad about.
However, we don’t belong here.
We both understand...
We must find our fragrant red rose.
And leave this barren land.
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Lovely...it seems like the start of a story.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chrissa.
DeleteOh Vicki, I truly hear you here! Such misery in loss, but you have also shown the hope of life eternal in your words of loss. Beautifully done!! It touches my heart so deeply!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie.
DeleteA perfect opening to a story.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara.
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