Footfalls
Tinged in sorrow
Touch moments
Upon a street
Cold wind blows
In solitude
People lost
Now to seek.
A wisping
Meloncholy
Breath visible
To the air
In search
Of moments
Lost
Now no longer there.
Vibrant sunshine
Kisses pavement
Cobbled street
Terraced row
Children playing
Hopscotch
Despite the threat
Of snow.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
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- Published: February 25th, 2025 04:16
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Comments4
I enjoyed this so muchππ»π
very kind thanking you
Youβre welcome ππ»ποΈ
Children do not heed threats. A lovely write and full of metaphor as well. Nicely done
much appreciated thanks
A lovely write, children just want to be children, free from threat and free to play, enjoyed the read
Thanking you
You are very welcome
Great write
thanking you
You're welcome
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