The pulse of freedom
There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
I could visualize the moon hiding and seeking from behind clouds. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy. I am glad that the scene works out rather fine in just 42 words
DeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Meg. I am glad that you liked it so
DeleteI love the sounds in this, and so visual. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer for your kind words
DeleteThe imagery is perfect. I love the idea of the moon playing hide and seek :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja ... This is the sight I have grown up with. I am glad I could put it in words
DeleteBeautiful word picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you Todd. I am glad the words blend well to create desired effect
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