I follow their whisper, treading softy, in a trance, towards a beckoning solitude. @ Dee Why Beach Wordless Wednesday More Linky – David #SnapYourWeek…

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I follow their whisper, treading softy, in a trance, towards a beckoning solitude. @ Dee Why Beach Wordless Wednesday More Linky – David #SnapYourWeek…
I was listening to this song while writing the poem, and I just felt my words coming to life. Weeds grew uninhibited, so…
Silver rime on moments, once sublime flickering across purple twilight, Stale promises piled ‘neath a melancholic night. faceless voices rejoicing an eclipsed moon’s plight…
Memories of yesterdays, whisper softly, tingling like a waft of familiar fragrance lost in timeless space. The songs we composed for long winding road…
It’s hard to say goodbye, but its even tougher when your Love falls short, to keep them with you. ** couldnt upload images so simply…
Another Shape Poetry with some colors though 🙂 Tried to customize it, let me know your view 🙂 Click on the image for better…