She believed his love was true
Only when he saw red
She turned black and blue
Now purple and yellow flowers
Grow over the little grave
A white stone for a ‘beloved daughter’
The Trifextra challenges seem to bring out my dark side…
For Trifextra Week Seventy Eight you are asked to write a thirty-three word piece that has a color in it. Use the color to describe anything you like, or use anything you like to describe your color, but keep it creative and keep it short.
I cannot fly. If I could, I would fly like time.
I would spread my wings and swiftly arrive in a far away land.
Far away from timelines and social conventions. Far away from expectations and demands.
I would land in my own paradise, cocooned in the warmth of the sun and the breeze of the sea.
I would sit quietly and sip cool milk from coconuts.
I would listen to the gentle sounds of nature wash away the clamour in my head.
The word for Trifecta: Week Eighty Five challenge is the third definition of the verb FLY.
3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly
b : to be moved with sudden extreme emotion
c : to seem to pass quickly
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