Clear sunset banding
Suspended in aging sky
Advancing night signs
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allena day ago in Fiction
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Very beautiful! A worthy accompaniment to the artwork!
Deftly done. I'm reading this on nighttime mode before my alarm goes off so the picture is in black and white but I don't need it to appreciate your words. Metaphor for life too?
This was breathtaking! Loved your Haiku!
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Lovely!💕
Gorgeous imagery!
So much imagery in so few words! Great work!