100 years ago,
A seed was planted.
Under the sun’s radiant beams
He sprouted.
Isolated, by a tropical villa pool
He stands alone
As families arrive
And laugh under the vibrant sky.
Yearning for something more
He has no choice but to, simply, watch
After a short space of time
The families disappear.
Some return,
Some he says farewell to forever.
Each day,
The maids totter around
And he ponders on
Why they decided to stay here forever.
His roots dug firmly into the soil
Give him no choice.
If he was blessed with feet
He wouldn’t think twice about leaving.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Very nice write Skye! I hope I haven't missed too much, I have been under the weather.
Thank you Christina, I did wonder where you’d been! Hope you’re feeling better, I’m looking forward to reading some great new pieces from you 🙂
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