Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #557 Words: blackbird, flame, meek, wind, earth, cross, creed, time, woman, search, seem, me Time was, wind blew through earth like a cross woman inflamed by scorn. Blackbirds searched for new homes, their creed being safety. Nature's meek creatures shuddered, scurried– seeking shelter. Seemed to me, even the skies had turned cruel. Was it an augury of earth's demise? https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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“wind blew through
earth like a cross woman
inflamed by scorn. ” – what a line! I love this
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Thanks so much, JYP!
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