Hello . . . this is Joe. Welcome to A Daily Drabble. Please add 100 words of prose or poetry as a comment on any date you want and in any order you want. Please reply on the drabbles you like. I'll moderate the comments at night, and they'll appear the next day. This is for everyone!
What grows and drinks water dies, she said. No truer words could’ve come from her veiled heart. The moon shone pale through her window that night; all her walls were filled with my art. I had bought her a bouquet earlier in the day; now in a red vase, its scent filled the room. All the love I gave her, she held dear, yet our nights together were doomed. Her hidden world opened, severing the bond between us. Why or how, it doesn’t matter to say. Truth is like flowers, and desiccated by time, color and beauty soon fade away.
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