Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The wee ones had never seen a bird, or heard their lilting songs. But Claire remembers well. Brilliant feathers, in all the colors of the rainbow. Haunting melodies that carried on the wind night and day. And then, they were gone, vanished in thin air, and the world fell silent.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Each week, Kat gives us a challenge to write a Twittering Tale of 280 characters or less. Come join the fun!
Powerful! ❤
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Thank you!
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I like your take on this. I have read a few posts for this image. I like yours very much
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Thank you Drew. It’s challenging to get a powerful or intriguing message into so few words. I appreciate your feedback, truly!
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It is. That is why I stay away from the challenges and Haikus and stuff. Things that you do very well.
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Thank you for the lovely words.
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You did a wonderful job with your tale. Such an intriguing message too. Well done!
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Thank you Kat!
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Wouldn’t that be tragic!
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Yes, so much so.
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Hoping you are in poetic mood and not prophetic??? Kind of scary?
xoxoxo
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Ha! Yes, it is a scary thought. I enjoy doing those twittering tales prompts though. Teaches me brevity. 😘
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks Chuck!
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Happy to share your posts with followers, My Dear!
xoxoxo
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🙂
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the silence of freedom …so the beauty of their sound is not lost…just redistributed 🙂
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Thank you for your lovely thoughts.
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