Opals On 2017120120171201 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems He still recalls her in her red With henna on her hands; The tears now in his opal eyes There’s no one Understands To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketRedditPrintLike this:Like Loading...
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You’ve captured a beautifully sad moment.
This photo made me think of a type of wedding clothes, for whatever reason; I wondered what it might suggest to someone who had actually had that type of wedding.