sleepwalking is her bane swirling her auburn mane she walks through dark gates They close in on her, with disdain awake, alert … she is now grown looks for space to call her own mountain guards laugh at her she’ll soon be just another stone there are many of her ilk there hardened, but no wear and tear they warned her of the fatal step but in a daze, she did not hear
A gorgeous differential take. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Jude!
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Pleasure 🌼
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such a beautiful short tale, written poetically..
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Thank you so much!
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Fascinating take, Reena!
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Thank you, Punam!
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You are welcome.
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This is an intriguing story Reena. One wonders what mystery lies at the back of it. Thanks for joining in my friend
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re always welcome my friend
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