A muse on possessions, with thanks for comments from fellow writers at Writers Abroad!
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After the fire
Tears fall dark on ashes,
dust rising from cinders.
He calls and she laughs,
nothing lost.
Dhaka 2015
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A muse on possessions, with thanks for comments from fellow writers at Writers Abroad!
.
After the fire
Tears fall dark on ashes,
dust rising from cinders.
He calls and she laughs,
nothing lost.
Dhaka 2015
It does.
Yes. A few words can say everything.
Very powerful. It reminds me of when our boss in Tanzania rang me in England to tell me there had been a fire at the house in Tz. The blood just drained from my body and I felt as if I would faint. It took him what seemed like an age to tell me that Simon was unhurt.
Yes, I remember that, or at least remember you telling me about it when we visited you in Tanzania. Puts things in perspective!
Så længe man har hinanden, går livet videre!