eternal yet tragic love story ever seen,
casting their shadows over us
leaving us in tears over their pining,
if only to remind us of the
power of love;
soul-crushing and fierce,
even if the story is nothing more than a poetic metaphor...
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About the Creator
Brin J.
I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicoleabout 23 hours ago in Confessions
Comments (4)
It happens that way sometimes just barely pass by each other scientifically.
ah yes. never the twain should meet, until those occasions come by. Well done Brin on another exceptional entry. Love it!
So poignantly beautiful! Loved your Acrostic!
Still it has the power to move our hearts. And if our hearts might be moved, so might the mountains themselves.