The Rogue Nun
tired of fighting,
she chooses to hide in the open.
Lips move, hands type as
dancing among scented paper flowers.
Written for: Monday Musings: May 5, 2014 - Word/Phrase Prompt
May 13, 2014
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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