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Eighteen
He yelled, and she cried,
Who cares the color of walls?
Unwitting, love died.
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Twenty-One
Red Roses enhance
belated apologies.
“I’m married,” burns deep.
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Sixty-Eight
Golden reunion,
Old lovers dance, rekindled.
Who cares about walls?
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About the Creator
J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
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Comments (13)
These are such great entries!! Twenty-One gave me that vibe of forbidden love and regret for past choices. Nicely done Scott!
Twenty-one was my favorite all really good
So glad there's no bad blood between them. Loved your Senryu trilogy!
I love this! So wholesome
What a great way of writing this way. A real eye opening truth.
Wow. Hard-hitting, with a nice finish!
Sounds like a lovely reunion.
Poignantly lovely.
Hi 'j' ~ Fun how we seem to topic the same/with our own slants; but you with much less words: See my - 'Love~Hate' - Circles of Life - you may relate? 'j'
I really enjoyed your take on the challenge :) the journey of two people through their lives is bitter sweet ❤️
This is lovely, so much so artfully unsaid. But such a long gap, I wanted one more pin in the map!
Fantastic golden circle!!! Loving it!!!
Insightful - as we get older we prioritize the right things. Nice one, J.S. :)