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Grey, fall skies grow dark
at five—air calls rain (but there)
are silver linings
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-Gina C. 🧚🏻♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
Writing my novel!🧚🏻♀️🐉✨
from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Oh the silver linings were just so brilliant! Loved your Haiku!
Love the grey and silver thread! Stunning!
Great work. So vividly imaginative.
Beautiful work Gina! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
I love silver and this just ended so beautifully for me. Loved it, my friend :)