My dog,
Her fur like snow,
She protects and loves us.
Her beautiful, gentle heart is,
Her shine.
Posted in response to the challenge Cinquain.
My dog,
Her fur like snow,
She protects and loves us.
Her beautiful, gentle heart is,
Her shine.
Posted in response to the challenge Cinquain.
They smile,
They laugh,
But in their eyes I see something,
A sadness,
A pain.
We are the evil we have been afraid of, yet the hope we need to survive.
The crickets are chirping softly.
The moon is out,
Bright and glorious.
Cars race as fast as they can to get back home.
Comments
A lovely ode and response to this challenge. Keep writing!
Thank you so much!
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