The air, I was almost sure it had died
if not for the faint pulse through the willows
like waves that beat upon a distant shore,
no, the air had not died,
just holding it's breath,
as would a meadow clearing
carved within a dark forest,
merely a lull in the storm...
Author notes
Option 4H
A contest entry
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Comments
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Loved this from beginning to end. Thank you for entering.
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nice imagery! thanks for the entry!
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carved within the ring of a dark forest,
merely a lull in the storm...
this part really stuck out to me.
amazing write. -
What a thought! Loved where you took this. The idea of air holding its breath is marvellous!
Good luck with this!
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