a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow
prompt for The Mag
You should not now suppose to settle precious jewels
against my wrists when all I ever wanted was to hold wild violets from your hands.
*While I don't always write or comment I do manage to read The Mag offerings every week.
This pic has nagged at me since I saw it and, though late as the White Rabbit thought he was, I felt compelled to make an offering. Words are like that.
They just never will keep silent, will they? ~MF
I LOVE PLAYING and WRITING AT THE MAG.........
EVEN WHEN I AM HOPELESSLY LATE ABOUT IT...........