
photo by Tyler Nix via Unsplash
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 136
For a moment nothing else mattered, alone, the world stood still,
Gentle breeze caressed her face, soothing, setting sun lighted up the hill,
Come what may she will face the world, becalmed, she swore to climb uphill.
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Beautiful writing. I feel the words compliment the image. ❤
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Thanks Olga.
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A real feeling of determination there – this woman will not be bowed. Nicely done
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Thank you.
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Lovely expression of the power that comes from resolve plus inner peace. I lingered over this one.
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Thank you. Glad that you liked it.
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