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Barbed and brittle, branches reach
Clawing their way, from the ground
Forgotten, against a wall of stone
No flowers will bloom, no life around
He left them to die, for no reason at all
The only feeling for him, now, is scorn
This human one, who cares not for them
For him, they have blossomed in thorns
August Writing Prompt – barbed brickles – Day 9/31
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wow, and again with the picture! i have hit a speedbump in writing oh well hopefully pick up back later
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Thanks, Sarah! We all hit those bumps, just slide down and carry on. When you’re ready, your heart will know 🙂
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Good advice 🙂
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🙂
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Very nice Lady D. Great use of the prompt. ☺❤
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Thank you kindly, Sir Walt! 🙂 ❤
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My pleasure ☺💛
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The personification to start this was perfect. Loved this.
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Thanks so much, Drew! 🙂
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From the alliteration in the first line to the theme throughout, this poem is killing it!
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Wow, thanks so much!!! ❤
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