Lost between the rocks,
And yet, far from forgotten.
Grow strong little one.
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Tag / Poetry
Sunrise
The Waiting Game
It’s cool, but not cold,
It’s light, yet a little dark.
I’m standing waiting.
Once again in a game where
There are no solo players.
Frangipani Textures
One frangipani,
Beneath the weak Winter sun.
Sparkles and shimmers.
I love the delicate detail within the petal
