Gorilla Tones
She held her baby tight
as night fell by their side
waiting out the storm
not a place to hide
no shelter from the raindrops
no warmth for their cold bones
Just fur and love and cuddles
with low gorilla tones.
©CBialczak
What do you see # 276- 17 February’ 25
Stine Writing 
One day at a time… 🙂
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Only way to go…
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Great lines to match the image, Christine!
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Thanks Susi
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You’re welcome!
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Such a sweet, gentle take, Christ
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*Christine.
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Thanks
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A poignant piece indeed.
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A very moving poem Diana. Thanks for joining in.
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Sorry Christine 😅
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Aw, I love this take on the photo, beautifully done.
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thank you
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What a gentle word picture.
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Oh, this is so beautiful Christine.
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Thank you
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How tender. This is a lovely take on the prompt.
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Thank you
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