And the high winds come
Replacing the thunderous claps
With a constant howl.
Raindrops,
Now ferocious,
Like a liquid fire,
Lash down
Further filling the creation,
Scattering colour and petals alike,
Consuming what had been here before.
Now, the edge is reached.
Lovely words and painting Tom
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Thanks, Elaine. A bit of random interpretation! 🙂
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I love how this is developing, Tom!
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Thanks, Chris. We’re definitely being led somewhere!
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