I don’t know if I can go on;
your words haunt me,
a constant murmer,
ringing in my ears
I miss you –
the world has dulled,
and everything has gone gray
I just keep thinking –
true strength paints itself
in the colors of grace
-created in response to the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #201, as well as the dVerse Poet Pub’s Quadrille Challenge, Murmur; image by Kyle Thompson
Loved this! Your line – “Colors of grace” is super!
Chuck
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Thank you!! 💜
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true strength paints itself
in the colors of grace
Wow!!💜 Beautifully deep!💖
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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“true strength paints itself
in the colors of grace”
Well, that’s just stunning.
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Thank you, Grace. 💜
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I usually think of murmur as an actual sound, but it could be a memory ringing in one’s ears.
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Thanks for visiting and commenting, Frank.
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Bravo!
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Thank you, Devika!
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And those colors are the best…
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They are! Thanks, Björn.
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