Oh frenetic two
where are you?
Flown away out
into the wilderness
of blue
T'would be such
a rich sorrow
in some distant
tomorrow
to hang once again
on such
a sweet rack
of pain.
"ellecee"
Reposted from 2013
for
Passion can, indeed, be a longing...
ReplyDeleteThe image and words made me think of bones, of emptiness and loss - of the warmth that occupied the branches which will hopefully return
ReplyDeleteWhistles!!! 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 :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Made me think of the lines from an old song by Three Dog Night
ReplyDeleteOne is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
Full of longing, regret and hurt.
Love does hurt doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteYearning, tender for thy passion. Beautiful!
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