Picture: Thank you Paul Militaru.
Much of tender heartache
is held inside firmly clasped
bosoms where cruel thorns
prick the wound, and warm blood
douses a pristine flower
for love to die on its
delicate mantel – so that we are spared,
but ache once more for such beauty.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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This is exquisite, Anita. Really like this one.
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Little too high for me !!
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Thank you for reading, though I am not sure what you mean by high.
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Mean, I am a NUT, can’t understand such wonderful high vocabulory. Kindly explain to this Cattie.
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I think I get it. lol
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much.
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Yes, exquisite is the word!
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Glad you liked it, Kunal.
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Sure did!
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Gorgeous little Quad 🙂
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Glad you liked it, Morgan.
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