Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda
Passion can, indeed, be a longing...
The image and words made me think of bones, of emptiness and loss - of the warmth that occupied the branches which will hopefully return
Whistles!!! This is absolutely incredible writing, Linda and gosh that picture is simply breathtaking :D Beautifully done. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D :DLots of love,Sanaa
Made me think of the lines from an old song by Three Dog NightOne is the loneliest number that you'll ever doTwo can be as bad as oneIt's the loneliest number since the number oneFull of longing, regret and hurt.
Love does hurt doesn't it?
Yearning, tender for thy passion. Beautiful!