Jan 24
Blood red flows in ripples from it.
The sky is dark and cloudy.
Dead trees stand crooked and bent in water.
Fish flee from the vicinity.
A baby duckling comes my way,
and spooked by a sudden movement, turns away.
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Writer, artist and crafter. Owner of Rainbow Butterfly Creative. The process of creating something brings me freedom. This is the blog of my life scars and all.
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Writer, artist and crafter. Owner of Rainbow Butterfly Creative. The process of creating something brings me freedom. This is the blog of my life scars and all.
