The isolation of the grieving soul
Lost joys
By Hannah MoorePublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Summer morning light,
Peach tinged, golden with promise,
Polarises me.
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"peach tinged" what a beautiful phrase!
Damn...this is full of poignancy. I especially love "peach tinged, golden with promise" such an evocative little piece. Well done, Hannah!
Powerful and stunning 🖤