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Silent witness


The wood beneath my feet
Creaked a little
And broke the silence
I had been listening to
All day.
I rubbed my hands
And wrapped my shawl
A little more tightly.
Flocks of birds were flying away
To the warmer lands
Across miles and miles of snow.
Two laughing hearts
Ran hand in hand
Leaving behind footprints.
They stopped to catch their breath
And his caring gloved hand
Ran through her golden tangles.
Tomorrow they will not be around
To greet the
Golden glitters of sunrise.
But the white blankets,
Will bear a silent witness
To this flight
Of hearts.

Comments

  1. Nice piece. Poetry is the real test of a 100 Word Challenge - and you have conquered it well.

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  2. I agree. I like how this flowed from emotion to emotion. Great 100 for both Leeory and I and Velvet.

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    1. Thank you Lance. Your support is heartily appreciated.

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  3. This is really beautiful. It reminds me of that first snow fall, white and flawless. A lovely memory.

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    1. Thank you Tara. It is good to have such kind words from you.

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  4. I know this is repeating the voices above, but this is beautiful!

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    1. I am really so happy to have your appreciation Deana.

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  5. Agree with other sentiments shared. Very sweet! Thanks for taking the challenge again!

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  6. This is so romantic Ruby! Love it. :)

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    1. Thank you Cathy. Your appreciation is acknowledged with a grateful heart.

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  7. lots of lovely imagery in this, Ruby. Lovely.

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  8. I like the open ending. It left me wondering what happens, why they won't be there tomorrow.

    -Elia

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    1. Thank you Ermilia. I might someday get round to complete this. And may be I will share it again.

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  9. It was a sweet moment, very well written. I want to know more about them. That suspenseful ending keeps us wanting for more.

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    1. Thank you Imelda. Keep them guessing as they say. On a serious note, this one's on hold as of now. Might finish it up someday and then will share it again.

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