Our old cherry tree is pregnant again with its plump, bloody, cheerful fruits,
which always remind me of your red lips as soft as the sound of the flute—
until that wintry day came and turned them so blue and oh, so cold.

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Photo credit: Inma Ibáñez 

I miss three-lining! ❤

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Twenty-Seven.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
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  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

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  1. Goodness, reads like romantic tragedy. I mean, “wintry day” and cold blue lips make me think of dying. Maybe indifference, as noted above, is more correct. Either way, sister, this is a lyrical and powerful piece.

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    1. i will tell you a secret, brother. When I wrote this the last line means death. (blue lips and cold lips) SO i must say we have the same thinking about this poem. 🙂 Thank you very much!

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