For all that remains,
Fancy forgotten tombstones.
The dead frequented,
Often by birds and ravens.
Etchings of being fading.
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| PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll |
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Dear Ruby,
ReplyDeletePoignant and well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle.
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Namaste
Thank you Mick. Now that you point it out, it does sound like a pleonastic expression.
ReplyDeleteI liked it, especially the last line.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
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