At the incline
Of the mountain,
Wild roses bloom
Dark red
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Touching and sad...Those wild roses must be very very red! Hugs, Dee
Uriah, you have such a talent for turning sadness into beauty. Hugs Anna xxx
No one speaks the language of sadness more eloquently than you do. Beautiful, as always, Uriah. Warmest regards, Sandra
Your depth is bottomless, bringing forth the beauty in your pain and sadness... I've been missing your writes. Amazingly deep and vivid. Thanks! Lee