Embers turn to ash
Used tea bags in empty cups
The night lingers on.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Embers turn to ash
Used tea bags in empty cups
The night lingers on.
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Hi Michael,
A good write.
You could say everything is turning to ash with this pandemic around us.
Keep healthy and writing.
FineB
Thanks FB - I will.
A mellow Senryu given the circumstances we find ourselves in Michael
Like the seasons have been suspended
Bravo!
Thanks Andrew It wasn't written with the darn virus in mind but - yes - very apt in thee current circumstances.
The light will be with us in time, the light is always there.
Andy
We all patiently await the flame - thanks Andy.
Good write and pic M.
Turn to fag-ash? You know Fag-Ash Lil? Or Fag-Ash Berles?!
Gosh yes - I'd forgotten Fag Ash Lil - I'll ask Miss Berles about her.
This sad sen. shows how much is ash in empty cup is at the moment - - good points raised Mike.
Thanks Fay.
Oh so moody a piece. I don't know why but it says so much.
A must for my favourites.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder etc.... this one hits a spot in me.
I'm flattered - thanks dusk - so much appreciated.
These three short lines evoke an end of day peaceful and relaxing time in front of the fireplace. Exactly what we need during these tough times!
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