Sometimes, we forget our words. Sometimes, we don’t remember how to mourn. Silence stands between us, a leviathan of unspoken grief. We linger in its shadow, waiting for the delicate whisper of rain.
Sometimes, we forget our words. Sometimes, we don’t remember how to mourn. Silence stands between us, a leviathan of unspoken grief. We linger in its shadow, waiting for the delicate whisper of rain.
Yes rain plz. I love the image of grief as a looming shadow, something that shouldn’t feel heavy but is.
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This could be micropoetry. Lovely and tragic.
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Beautiful piece, Christine! I can’t even give any criticism I loved it so much ❤
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“delicate whisper of rain.” Lovely, tragic, all at once.
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I liked how quiet the prose felt.
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Beautifully written; I can see silence as that elephant in the room.
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That’s exactly what I was going for!
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I’d say the delicate whisper of rain is just about the thing you guys need right now…
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That may have been on my mind…
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This is beautiful. I am experiencing loss today as I learned of a dear friend passing this morning.
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Oh no. I’m so sorry.
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Thank you. She was a wonderful lady.
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