Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #568 Words: face, map, check, hope, vast, stillness, sparrows, kiss, pulpit, lack, silent, whisper You whisper into silent stillness, your hopeful face a vast map of emotions you cannot hold in check. I burn for fire and brimstone kisses, like preachings from a pulpit. You are sweet as a sparrow in Spring, but you lack the majesty of an eagle. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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Love the comparison … kisses to a fiery sermon.
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Thanks, Helen! Now feel that burn.
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