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Death of a Thistle (part2)

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As the sun subsides.

The cold wind rides the waves, across the sea.

Starved of light she fights to survive.

The harsh pains of overwhelming rains, and frosty dawns.

Winter scorns her.

She withers to stem, as her petals fall to soils too hard to nourish or flourish from.

Long gone are summer showers.

The warm rays of empowering long days.

She recalls when she would dance, in light breezes, as she freezes.

Then snow.

A fluttering of white, glowing bright from the heavens.

Weary, she lets go.

Just for a while.

Long enough to wilt away as she remembers warmer days.

 

◄ Birth of a Rose (part1)

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Jeff Dawson

Thu 21st Jul 2011 22:45

Hi Amy, like the two part thing, some great lines as I would expect from you, now you had best get some gardening done! See ya soon Jeff X

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Laura Taylor

Thu 21st Jul 2011 10:53

Ooo I shall look forward to that then darlin...am proper intrigued now! Something much deeper going on here then. Mmmm.

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Laura Taylor

Thu 21st Jul 2011 10:27

So is this linked to Birth of a Rose then? With there not being a part 2 of Rose, or part 1 of Thistle? Interesting, if so.

Tiny typo? In the line 'She withers, to stem as petals fall to soils to [should this be TOO?] hard to nourish'

Across the sea...why am I thinking Mary Queen of Scots? Thistle reference, must be.

Interesting piece Amy - lots to think about in here.

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