Challenge
re-written past
Alright, so here's the challenge. Take your oldest piece here on prose, blow the dust from it, polish it and give it another life. Show us what you started with here. You can refresh, change its length, or simply edit your work a bit (especially if it has been years since anyone had a chance to see it) or just leave it as it is because for you it's perfect. And tag me so I can see your entry ;) Ps. I will join in as well
The Sweet & Sour
Mine came like blossoms touching the ground,
Yours came like snow drops making no sound,
Mine held passion like a summer heat,
Yours was strong to bare the winter sleet,
It drifted in on the winds that tussled up your hair,
And it landed upon us when the weather was fair,
At first it was small like drops of rain,
But when it ended it left only pain.