Tears So Soft They Taste Like Whispers

She of delicate nature, sitting alone in her hue;
Surrounded by those with a color in mono.
Her loneliness for another of like kind,
Weighs on her limbs like chains.

Big tears roll down her skin,
The decent of this liquid solitude.
Echo whispers of longing and waiting;
never ending.

by Shantha Fountain

For +FloralFriday  #floralfriday  by +Tamara Pruessner +Kiki Nelson +Eustace James and +Beth Akerman

#floralphotography   #floralphotos


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