
Emptied vault opens,
casts leavings of shriveled seeds
beyond redemption.
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Between the edges
nothing could penetrate here,
wind, rain, tears—nothing.
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Sound had no life here,
dying in small deaths of emptiness,
eternal silence.
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A life damaged beyond
repair, encased by cold stone,
a life of shriveled seeds,
lived in a stone vault—
lightless, soundless
thirsting.
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a very good description to go with the prompt.
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Thank you
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Very powerful Annette,… another brick in the wall….
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Thanks so much, Ivor. I’m honored you found it so.
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