
Her hair smelled of lavender,
and her skin was velvety smooth,
and I’d wanted to bask in her loveliness
as she stirred neath the purplish moon.
But soon, the luminosity faded,
and her body grew cold and gray,
and I cried for never being able to tell her
all the things I’d wanted to say.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/window-wood-frame-fantasy-full-moon-4670739/
Sometimes we take things for granted and when we lost them, we cry. This message should be for little kids to love and respect their parents, cause we sure are growing up, but our parents are growing old. In this world, nothing is permanent, we should accept this, but also we need to cherish every possible moment.
Beautiful work Michelle, Your work is very peaceful
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Oh yes, I completely agree. Every moment is sacred, every minute an opportunity for wonder. 💫
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Found this lovely – but a bit chilling x
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Thank you, Dave. 💛🥶
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There’s the real problem with the world, the things we don’t say.
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It’s true… I think it’s a real tragedy. 😔
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Oh, this is heart breaking, and so beautifully written, Michelle. 😔❤️
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Thank you, Jeff 💫
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You’re welcome, Michelle. Always. ✨🌻
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Oh I love this M ❤
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Thank you… 💫❤️
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