As he lay dying
Surrounded by his loved ones
Heaven sent for him
A delicate rose
Soft, pink and blowing in the wind
Picked up from the ground
Gazing from above
She was chasing the moonlight
An escape from life
Acrostic
Stolen from her
Thoughts, she turns around
Only to find
Nothing there but pure darkness
Earsplitting sounds can be heard in the background
Without thought she
Headed toward the sounds
Ignoring her inner
Thoughts to run the other way, when suddenly the darkness
Engulfed her
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They were no longer moving fore and aft
As they stood there united
They became a federated front
No longer looking for the pursuit of others
But now for themselves
As they stared into the deep blue ocean
They knew what they had to do
Today is the day
Narrative
He walked into the garden
Sitting down on the bench to take in all of the beauty
The wind blowing through the flowers
He gently plucks one from the ground
Its an amaryllis
Beautiful with it's length and pink petals
He takes it with him
A gift for his beloved wife
You've painted several lovely scenes here. I especially like the idea in the line "She was chasing the moonlight."
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