In the valley of shadows, I lay her down
A love that could not stay.
As I drive away, instinct reminds me not to speed
Her letters in my back pocket would give the game away.
The only child of a poor Bedouin, cursed at age ten
To never stay for more than a year and a day.
There comes a stage when life’s raffle takes all breath away
Your numbers up, the spirit calls
The buzzer sounds and down you fall.
Before my strength is gone
I will finish what I started.
My words blow across the valley floor
I tell her that I will not leave her there
I will wait a year and a day
Find a way to break the curse.
I promise her we will live together
For more than a year and a day…
2 thoughts on “#Wordle 369”
Well written. Very sad.
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Anita’s writing tends to be a little sad…