Alas, I am out of salt! Will any kind woman Alone, unloved, unhappy, Please send me a vial of her tears Which I may use As seasoning for my soup? Related articles 50-Word Stories #137 The Romance of Our Shadows Probably Dying Hope Less Questions For You
If I ever get married, I will give my wife a plastic daffodil And say to her, ‘My love for you is like this flower. It will never wither.’ * She will pick the flower up, And sniff at it a little, Then raise it in the air, And with a frown, Strike me with … Continue reading Flowers For My Wife
Hope is a dangerous affair. It lifts our chins up, And can spur us on to brave deeds, But it keeps our eyes fixed on faraway clouds, Distracting us from our precious present. The traveler who gapes at the distant peaks, Does not see the lovely flowers alongside the road. * The present is a … Continue reading Hope Less
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