Kirklees writers bring their work to lunch, chew it over, then post it.
Life is far too short
Days, weeks, months pass quickly by
Time will never wait.
Forlorn and unkempt
The flowers wither and die
Are you still alone?
Can you sense me near?
Where’s your final resting place?
I cannot find you.
Lovely!
Very evocative, Susie. Thanks, Vivien
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteVery evocative, Susie. Thanks, Vivien
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