the prick of thorns
leaves a trickle of blood,
the same red
from any color rose,
from any bruised heart
Red Lights
Tanka Prose
What Remains We are newly married, live in an apartment, have no garden, but for entertainment we browse nurseries. On an impulse, we bu...
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Deep felt emotions. Thanks for dropping by my blog today Adelaide
Much❤love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelaide
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