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Each week, a photo comes from Willow Manor, as an inspiration to writer-bloggers everywhere. For some weeks now, no photos from Magpie Tales have spoken to me, but today's prompt produced this little poem in a matter of mere minutes.
It happens that way sometimes, doesn't it?
Today's photo comes from the Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow, one of the many places we didn't visit when we were in Moscow last year, and I don't know the name of the photographer. Thanks, however, to Tess for posting it.
❣He holds my heart
in the hands of a sculptor,
my soul reflected therein.
My body lies
beneath the stone
here, in remembrance of him.
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a really beautiful poem...x
ReplyDeleteLovely epitaph...
ReplyDeleteA lovely epithet tribute.
ReplyDeleteI shall think long and hard about this - much to ponder in so few words.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done.
ReplyDeletebeautiful
ReplyDeleteand there is some nice soul within your words as well...smiles.
ReplyDeleteMy-my- thanks for the lovely short
ReplyDeletepoem!
I think you've captured this prompt perfectly.
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This caught my heart...love it!
ReplyDeletelovely, Kay :)
ReplyDeleteA neat epitaph. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely and sad.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
This one makes me speechless. I touches me deep, the words written could be on a tombstone.
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