A love so strong must abide,
She believed, as she left to find
Herself, somewhere else.
She traveled, swam, camped, and climbed
To experience the world
She’d been denied.
She slept on sands of fine-spun gold
And reveled in the midnight sun
Until there was nowhere left to run.
She anticipated a grand return;
But the house was dark, empty, cold,
The stairs a mass of crumbled stone.
Without nurturing, love had died–
Understanding this, she sat and cried.
~*~
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
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Beautifully done, Paula. How many find this to be true, I wonder?
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Thank you ❤️
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This sounds so alive and happening to many everyday. Feeling was all over it. Thank you.
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Thank you!
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This is so beautifully written Paula. Without nurturing, love indeed dies.
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Indeed 💔
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🙏
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Wonderful. Not to mention the awesome pic of the steps.
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Thank you 🥰
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In time, with love, it might yet survive.
My story!
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Nice!
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So did I . This is so sad and it often happens people go off to ‘find themselves only to find they had only to open their eyes’ great post.💜
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Thank you! 🥰
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