I know you think you love me, but hon, you treat me like crap. (Note to self.) Blog Image: Pixabay-StockSnap Featured Image: Pixabay-Engin_Akyurt
Tag: micro poem
Come
Covered by a fog, unable to see the light; wait, be still, it'll come. Blog Image: Pixabay-winterseitler Featured Image: Pixabay-enriquelopezgarre
Present
No more pretty words, only the present, the now, that is our beauty. Blog Image: Pixabay-jplenio Featured Image: Pixabay-kordi_vahle
Freeze
An exhale was seen, not as mist but frost, so now the deep freeze begins. Blog Image: Pixabay-kristamonique Featured Image: Pixabay-suesnyder722
Resolved
The angst between frost and cold rain gets resolved by the temperature. Blog Image: Pixabay-InspiredImages Featured Image: Pixabay-Myriams-Fotos
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