Actually, in spite of the weather, your barn looks healthy and not like those caving in from neglect. Horses and cows would die to get in your innards in this kind of weather.
I was enamored by the rectangular patterns on the end of this barn pictured. They could be doors but are many and could weaken the whole end of the structure if they actually exist.
Sounds perfect to me. That would be heavenly peace to me in perfect solitude. It's all a matter of perspective AND there is always hope as we ride the elephant's back.
Some times solitary can feel like such a confinement when all of life is gone, especially the horses. Lovely poem, it makes me want to come visit with a bottle of wine and a warm blanket, lol,
The Harvest of Souls Crossover is a story that is exciting, vigorous, and full of suspense about the fight of good and evil in two realms, the light and dark world. The Howdy Family is determined to defeat the world of darkness, led by the seemingly
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Jane
I was enamored by the rectangular patterns on the end of this barn pictured. They could be doors but are many and could weaken the whole end of the structure if they actually exist.
Ron
powerful
never stop writing
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Sandie
empty and cold.
I enjoyed your poem,
it was solitary gold.