On her death ice on her duck pondgently melts into waterchanging…not leaving Ryan Stone Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... 10 thoughts on “On her death” Add yours Nice one. I like the last line Sent from my iPhone < div dir=”ltr”> < blockquote type=”cite”> LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Steve LikeLike Reply Lovely!!! The blur in the background, the last line… all. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you, Rajani LikeLike Reply everything is temporary and changes form over time. love your poem LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you, Beth. Ashes and dust LikeLiked by 1 person Reply This is so beautiful, Ryan. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you 🙂 LikeLike Reply Beautiful post LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you so much 🙂 LikeLike Reply Leave a reply to Ryan Stone Cancel reply Δ
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Nice one. I like the last line
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Thanks, Steve
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Lovely!!! The blur in the background, the last line… all. 🙂
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Thank you, Rajani
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everything is temporary and changes form over time. love your poem
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Thank you, Beth. Ashes and dust
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This is so beautiful, Ryan.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful post
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Thank you so much 🙂
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