We are the black and white photograph
Sitting in the back of the shelf
Fading into the background
Behind the other frames
Waiting to be found
But time will tell
How it fell
To the
Ground
About the Creator
Holly Nace
Library nerd. I write stories, books, and poems. My poetry delves into the melancholy and bright, the painful and the wistful. I hope my words resonate with and inspire others.
"Tomorrow is too far away
So I will live just for today."
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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Your nonnet is beautiful.