The prompt was a photo by Rodney Smith
Unconsciously,
Screams of the soul..
Got trapped
In its own reflections..
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Locked within
Sharing space
With haunting shadows,
Choked to death..
Lost! Am I?
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Walking on water
Nowhere to go..
Echo of the souls
I feel free..
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In this moment,
Solitary..
I owe you,
Many more,
Songs of love!
~~payal~~
4 thoughts of 17 syllables each..combined to form a story..
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ReplyDelete"Walking on water
Nowhere to go..
Echo of the souls
I feel free.."... :)
lovely..you have used the seventeen syllables quite well to create a story.
ReplyDeleteEach one a morsal of wonder. X
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Took my breath away! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThank you all !:)
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