Prelude to a story

Thinking this will lead a story I have been working on called The Blue Whisper of Emptiness

 

 

Study her

reclined in the grass

fooling with the picnic lunch

everything perfect

an occasion

brush errant lock from her eye

breeze stirring

 

Parted and joined

crushed and fulfilled

His all

aching heart

And echoes of

The blue whisper of emptiness

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