WRITING PROMPT
The River
Erasure Poetry
Published in
May 25, 2024
Never let me lose
your eyes,
the rose of your
cheek.
I am afraid of being
what I regret:
no flower for despair.
If you are my treasure,
my pain,
my master,
let me
adorn the branches of your river.
This was written in response to the following Pier 21 Prompt at My Fair Lighthouse:
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