In your laughter
I can hear
your tears.
In your laughter
I can hear
your tears.
grey flannel hills
dusted with powder sky
above steel blue water
The leaves grow brown and fall
but between petals drenched with rain
blossoms still smell of summer sweetness.
A prompt from http://julieisrael.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/write-the-next-line-using-the-word-part/ The first line is provided and the next line must include ‘part’ in some form.
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The hours erased the stars and day peeled apart from night
I sang the moon, and partial to your heart
You danced us dawn, partners tripping through the light.

Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.