
Misty mornings
She walks alone
Spindly branches sway
Lazily in the breeze
Like fingers
They brush against her
Leaving early tears
To sparkle
Rolling down
The slope of her neck
Bare feet crunch
Now broken twigs
To quell the silence
And start the morning birds cry
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Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagery, I really liked this image!

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