He peeked from the left, but they blocked him from view. He tried to peep from the right, but they were on to him. They stood everywhere. Strong and opaque.
Still, as the day wore on, they grew complacent. His time was up, after all. But then, just as he went out, he smiled one last time. And this time, nothing could hide the fire he had within.
11 comments:
brilliant!!!
That is a lovely photo .And dyou know this is exactly what I think sometimes ?Brother Wind also for that matter !
How you descibe a sunset! And great photo.
:) Thanks! And Eve's Lungs, yes, you are right, clouds and wind.
Lovely, both the picture and the most poetic prose!
And lets not forget rainbows . It's ages since I have seen a proper technicolor rainbow
:)
Verra naaice.
Beautiful picture and nice write up
Amazing!
Oh Thinking Cramps, have missed you so
I HAVE managed to catch up, though
You'll find many of us from Y!360
On Facebook, as are you, i did see
And, as usual, limerickly, i do score!
Aunty G!! I've missed you too,
Y 360 was playing peek-a-boo
But welcome back,
We're on track,
Making up a limerick or two :)
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