A hand touches another
In the night of summer
A whisper in her hair
The scent of roses everywhere
Sunrise as the day breaks
People yawn and awake
Flowers in a tall glass
Her face full of morning sass
Summer days long ago
Oh, how I miss them so
These days flick by without a thought
But, my, how long ago still hurts a lot
A hand touched another
Long ago in summer
I whispered into her hair
The scent of roses was everywhere
The sun rose as the day broke
People yawned and awoke
Those flowers in a tall glass
How I miss her morning sass
Those summer days were so long ago
And oh, how I miss them so
And oh,
And oh,
How I miss,
Her,
So
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The Big-ish Book of Writing Prompts
RandomA book full of various writing prompts that I created. Several genres are included in this collection. There are also many different lengths and styles of prompts. You are free to use them however you wish! All I ask is that if my prompt is used and...
