Thursday photo prompt – Bleak – #writephoto

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I was wounded and tears in my eyes, I looked for you
In the forest the grass was still wet with dew

I heard a sound weaving through the greenness
“Is that you? Are you hurt? I cried in bleakness

Picking a bow and a bullet, my anxiety was rising
Not knowing what to do, my heart and soul aching

Where are you? Can you hear me? Odd feeling
I carried on even though I’m still bleeding

The silence had bitten deep than the horror
I tried to focus but everything was a blur

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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Thursday photo prompt – Haven – #writephoto

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There are things I’ve done and places I’ve been
Where I may have hurt you and I don’t know
Err I’m sure I have done but haven’t seen
Bear with me and take this night as I owe

So take this night to let me be
Grow with me and please forgive me
Show me you care with your smile
Snow or rain I come with a plea

pretty sun set
where I met you
I bet you’re pleased
You woo me well
Now there’s wedding bell

our sunset
always good by sea
you and I
we are one
nature’s beauty around us
couldn’t ask for more

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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Thursday photo prompt – Luna – #writephoto in shadorma

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The moon sings
Together we dance
Night with you
Like a dream
Feeling the chill in our bones
Starless sky

My moonlight
Links the day with joy
You and me
Me and you
When we kiss by the moonlight
Life will always be

Night of joy
Dancers pirouetting
Haze of soul
Holding hands
Light of the silvery moon
Our evening at home

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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Thursday photo prompt – Ebb – #writephoto

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When the tide is on the ebb
It falls back on isolated channels
The sand is firm and wide as she ambles
Her keenness is ebbing away as a deb

The legend between the spinner and the web
She makes her web, happy with what she assembles
When the tide is on the ebb
It falls back on isolated channels

As she enters the cave, dusty cobwebs
And from the ebb, lots of shining cockles
Glad to pick them for dinner as she chuckles
She has to think of a good recipe for her deb
When the tide is on the ebb*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Rondel

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Thursday photo prompt – Spur – #writephoto

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He shook his head and dug his spurs
Into the verges of the horse
It’s mainly to control the horse
Determination as he stirs
Troublesome thoughts, those crafty plots
He ran away from the archers
Rode with the wind with all the force
He shook his head and dug his spurs

He knew that he shouldn’t have errs
Spur of the moment, of course
People shouting, voices so hoarse
There was a warning, like blinkers
Forget the past, just run as fast
Doesn’t need to know the answers
As long as he’s got the right source
He knew that he shouldn’t have errs*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* High Octain

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