via today’s Daily Prompt; Forlorn Wrote my thoughts my hopes and my dreams on the virgin canevas of a white dove’s wings. Working patiently, my purest wishes carefully penned on the feathers’ tips… Inking our story, or at least my side of it on the lovely bird’s back covering every bit… Bent for endless hours…… Continue reading The Dove…
With a mere breath, warm and sudden away she flew, delicately gliding seeking her way to you, untethered feather, cooing her coo… A dove’s bitter sweet cry, murmured endlessly from the skies, never going tired never giving up. Fly feather, fly! Restlessly sail among the clouds, tiny vessel, swirling white dot, spread your peaceful…… Continue reading Flying feather…
Cyranny's Cove 