This entry is for Monday Mural. Photo by Michelle Johnson.
her hideaway
empty now
too much darkness
eating into her heart
loosing weight as she fall deeper down
onto dried land
bending her knees
staring up at her house
a vacant chimney
tears flying down her cheeks
a rush of emotions covers her
a hand, a warm touch
lifts her up
into his arms she felt a memory
his heart beating strong
his smile warming her face
memories resurface
as they walk away together
hand in hand
Memories
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these are words that I write. enjoy. 
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I have been enjoying your attempts at poetry. This is beautiful. I especially liked the ending. Keep up the good work.
I had three different stories going through my mind before I settled with the one I will be posting soon.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
Have a nice day.
this is beautiful lissa.. and i almost want to hear the whole story,,, knowing you ... there is one...
Lissa, I welled up in tears reading this one, beautiful.
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“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.”
Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor, best known for his Meditations on Stoic philosophy, AD 121-180)