Within a wall of ruins, a shell of crumpling toil, a place of forgotten beauty, still on the shore, the waves breaking over coral floors, lapping at the fort, whispering songs long past, of passionate hearts faded into dust.
Jennifer Calvert Author
Within a wall of ruins, a shell of crumpling toil, a place of forgotten beauty, still on the shore, the waves breaking over coral floors, lapping at the fort, whispering songs long past, of passionate hearts faded into dust.
Poignant write. Eloquently written
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Thanks so much Amitav! What a lovely comment. I was inspired by the voices of the past.
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I can understand, they do give a visit and the mind does begin pondering again over the past.
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Very beautiful!
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Thank you very much!!!! 💕
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You’re so very welcome! ❤
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