Linking up with Sunday Whirl today……
A miss tiptoed through
the bucolic fields,
she had no sense of
balance…
An alternate way lead
her close to the open edge.
She had no sense
of the synergy that pulsed
through her veins.
She had lost the potential
to feel anything , through her tears
she saw her former life and wished
she had not left in such haste….
Oh gosh Viv. That last line got me. I could have written that.
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Thanks Roxi, I do seem to be a bit melancholy
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Beautiful, along with a stunning photo.
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Oooo. Love that last line, especially. So sad.
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It’s always that hindsight that’s 20/20!
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