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Hand in Hand

Gentle rain. How patient it is, working delicately all through the night with its little fingers, hand in hand with gravity, to decapitate a rose

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Lin Lane

Date: 12/1/2023 12:22:00 PM

Raindrops falling in a gentle drizzle... as deadly as a scalpel in the wrong hands.

Paul Willason
Date: 12/9/2023 8:07:00 PM

Indeed...and so unassuming. Appreciate yr comments Lin.

John Lawless

Date: 11/30/2023 9:36:00 AM

no one truly understands the gravity of the executioners compassion. Another good one Paul, love the subtle twist in the last line...a masterful stroke

Di11y Da11y

Date: 11/30/2023 5:40:00 AM

Oh Paul, my heart broke. I do not want to fall in love with the process of eventual demise. I can however appreciate a great poem when I see one.

Paul Willason
Date: 12/9/2023 8:05:00 PM

The way it is...nothing lasts. Thanks DD for yr words.

Daniel Turner

Date: 11/30/2023 4:43:00 AM

One petal at a time. A slow death. Another good one:)

Paul Willason
Date: 12/9/2023 8:03:00 PM

Thanks Daniel