waiting for his call
knowing it won't come again...
withering iris
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4 comments:
Well done :) Let's hope the Iris see brighter days soon :)
Sigh The poem is beautiful. My heart aches for yours.
thom - in flower language iris means friendship.
hopefully, as one withers another one blooms :)
quilly - i know this is getting tedious but at least it produces art (i hope) :)
Indeed let's hope another blooms :)
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