#writephoto #wistful
She returned to the moor
every hill a passing memory
veils of tears ran down her face
each time she remembered the angry rant
now she had thrown the ring back at him
she was returning to her cottage – in pieces
Wistful
from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
I’m guessing she regrets her impulsive action. A poignant piece indeed.
Here’s mine!
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A dream lost … or torn asunder…
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