The quite place

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It was a picnic
Just Him and her
a quiet place
Deafening silence prevailed
Filled by the roar of water
He seemed to say something
The bark was incessant
There was nothing to worry
She said
in a calming voice
her voice drowned
in the falling water
They were safe
Encased by the logs
In their secret place
No one would trouble them
Not even her parents
No one knew
The rising waters drenched her dress

What do you see’ Prompt #142

For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words And through this screen across the virtual world

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