The Elephant
Posted on April 5, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
11 Comments
with his massive presence.
She paced the shadowed room,
the color of burnished leather.
He wore his unflinching desire
a warrior dressed for battle
to slay her, make her his.
and with a heavy sigh,
surrendered.
The elephant between them roared in triumph.
Oh, Linda! I love this!! Quite different for you. Excellent!!
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Thank you Penny! I am being inspired to try some new things. 🙂
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Wonderfully written. 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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Wherever your inspiration is coming from, don’t lose it! This is a great poem ☺❤
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Thank you Walt. ❤️😊
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You’re very welcome. I really enjoy it ☺💛
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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