near the crowd in town,
kites fly in the sky
pulled by calloused hands
and worried hearts…
she found her love
standing, an onlooker of
things not yet
to come.
there, within the crowd,
she lost herself.
he found
her.
14 thoughts on ““Tender Love””
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A Cornered Gurl 
“kites fly in the sky
pulled by calloused hands
and worried hearts…”
So tender and pure… I live for moments like these. You captured it well.
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Thank you, Barry. I thought of a great memory and it made me smile. Thought I’d write about it.
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Isolation gives way to connection. This is lovely, Tre.
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Thank you, Mags. 😊
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You’re welcome as always, love.
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“pulled by calloused hands
and worried hearts…”
I LOVE THIS LINE! and the juxtaposition between the second last and last line? Perfect! This is beautiful, Tre! Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, Tien. And thank you kindly for reading and responding. 😊
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The pleasure is mine, milady!
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Lovely!
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This is beautiful writing, trE. We lose ourselves yet gain so much.
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Thank you. The artwork prompted me.
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You’re kindly welcome
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This is a sweet one!
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Thank you! I LOVE love.
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