The way to blue
easily travailed.
The happy path
a brush of cheek.

Through cracks seen
distance perched upon
dire thoughts
direction whisks
shooting stars
past lost scars.
Tails of disaster
i carelessly imagine
ride the rails.

My darkness exists -allowed
to push away…
i grasp
the dangling strings
held tight
to watch you drown
in tempest mind.

Discerning evil
crept over sky
day rises
of black sun.

Forgiveness returns
the scales
from glass eyes.

Photography Poetry

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    • Again, Andrew, people come and go on WP. So many that use to comment have moved on… i miss them. Happy you are here for what time remains. Be well. I appreciate your comments. J🌵

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