
Crimson runs across the heavens the sun bleeds time stands still upon the tufted spurs platinum blonde grass a raven mourns sonorously the hourglass is empty when the sands run out life ends with a gasp a bated breath the Reaper waits dusk falls.
Written for Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind ofย Gasp for dverse Poetics
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a vivid image you’ve created with your words, Aboli.
Lovely ๐ค
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Thanks Destiny ๐๐
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Welcome๐ค
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Man! The goth vibes this is giving, i’m loving!
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Haha, thank you! That was the intent! Glad you like it! ๐
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Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thanks, Michael ๐
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How tiny we feel sometimes, evident from this.
Nice, thanks.
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Thank you! What you said is true!
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“a raven mourns sonorously,”.. is such a strong image! Splendid write ๐๐
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Aha, thank you ๐๐ It is my pleasure!
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Excellent writing
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Thanks Sadje ๐๐
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Youโre welcome โบ๏ธ
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So touching, so beautiful! A lovely write โ๏ธ
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Thank you ๐๐ Glad that you liked it!
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caw the call
come here yall!
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Haha ๐
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Beautiful write, Aboli. ๐
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Thanks Kitty ๐ Glad you liked it! ๐
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Very vivid imagery, Aboli!
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Thank you ๐๐
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You are welcome. ๐โค๏ธ
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“the sun bleeds” is such a striking image.
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