Fantasy, Poetry, fiction
Posted on 7 February, 2019
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A boy wandered upon an empty road in the middle of the night. The air was cool and fresh and the leaves were turning yellow. After a couple of miles, he turned left into the thicket and went along an old path that had…
Category: FantasyTags: amwriting, death, flash fiction, graveyard, hills, short story, soul
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
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