Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Days of our Lives
Today,
we hide from
the dis-believers
below.
Tomorrow,
our paths severed,
“we” will not
exist.
Someday,
I will return
to this secret, solemn
site.
That day,
tresses falling freely,
tears will fall
silently.
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You portrayed the sadness well. I really like the last stanza – she may have freedom, but her heart won’t know that.
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Yes she knew the price she’d paid. Thanks, Janna
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“Someday…” Optimism and sadness all at once. I love it.
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Yes we all endure personal sadnesses but we learn and grow and alway, with optimism that the sun also rises. Thanks.
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This packs a punch. Well done with the prompt picture.
Thank you for linking up!
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Thank you. It was a lovely, and in many ways, haunting picture to work with.
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Lovely and powerful!
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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Oh, so much emotion in this.
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As there seemed to be (to me) in this photo. We are fortunate to be who we are, where we are. Thanks, Draugh!
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