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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Ice cold droplets on rosebuds

fated to die under the first frost,

an untended garden lost in time,

a house blurred in the fog,

hours rushing to their swift end,

unopened books inviting dust,

a sun struggling pitifully to rise,

a moon declining its own light,

crystals shattered on old stones,

ashes gathering in misty winds,

all telling the bittersweet story

of a thwarted old love affair,

lost in the darkest folds of the mind.


Submitted: December 10, 2020

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You're an imagery master.

Sat, December 12th, 2020 4:37am


Wow...thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.

Sun, December 13th, 2020 4:48pm


With sadness you paint but dreary the scene;
Though with your great talent, could brighten, serene!
With imagery fine, you could paint a sublime...
Bright sunscape picture to heighten, make climb~
Yes, you in your grandeur, a Picasso you’d paint;
If past hurts could dissipate, & lessen the taint?


Sat, December 12th, 2020 8:28am


Wow! Thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.

Sun, December 13th, 2020 4:40pm

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