In a clearing, caressed by dappled shade
Promise waits anew to be unfurled.
Imperceptably slow, she strains to stretch her crumpled form
As limbless, flightless, blind, she feels the sun's return
And faithful, rises up to meet it.
Unseen by any eyes but mine and doubtless never seen again,
Promise will be fulfilled.
Author notes
Something that came to me whilst walking in the New Forest.
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I like this. Very calming.
Thank you for entering,.
Best of luck!
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Wonderful metaphor, tied together nicely with the picture... I smiled when I saw it. Thanks for taking the opportunity to remind the rest of us that using the correct words in a short work is generally always better than struggling with over reaching verbiage in an epic.
Well done.
~Das
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Wow, very very nice.
It was a very inspiring write. Your descriptions are so delicately simple that they can portray something much deeper and beautiful.
Well done.
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