Tag: #Wordle509
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 509 ~ #Poetry
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In the shadow of the eternal flame, she stoodHer gaze turned toward the east.I felt something in my soul unravellingMy heart poundingSoft spray fell from her hairI wondered, had she been fully formedFrom some unseen springDo I risk disturbing her?Would I turn to stone should she look upon me?Why would I think such a thing?I…