Cryptic amalgam
Of hope and sorrow
Amaranth petals
Fall
In streams of blood and tears
Staining her opalescent cheeks
Without identity
A rose by any other name
She roams a dying garden
Bare feet striped upon thorns
Cryptic amalgam
Of hope and sorrow
Amaranth petals
Fall
In streams of blood and tears
Staining her opalescent cheeks
Without identity
A rose by any other name
She roams a dying garden
Bare feet striped upon thorns
Roams a dying garden indeed…the garden of desperation and deep unquenched sorrows…heal-able by the calling cold and loose ground beneath……
Hi Nomad?
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Hi Pepa 🤗 I like your expansion on what the garden represents ❣️
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Thanks a lot Scriberly….we always touch on each other’s hearts
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Indeed and it warms my heart to read what parts resonated with you 💫
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The whole piece is amazing,thought of the garden with loose soil on it ticked me….
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