And if there is nothing left,
the veil will be there
which unveils, sometimes
and there is a risk that
it could fly away
or does not keep its promises
never on purpose though
RISQUE
And if there is nothing left,
the veil will be there
which unveils, sometimes
and there is a risk that
it could fly away
or does not keep its promises
never on purpose though
This one is so mysterious–that photo and the combination with the poem is like a little bit of fog drifting about, though which you catch glimpses of things.
… »glimpses », « fog », yes there was a lot of that in Morocco.
metaphorical fog? I can’t imagine the other kind, but I’ve never been there!
Metaphorical, yes. Should have said, in words , mainly, but also in behaviour ( but could not explain).
Beautiful words!!!😄
Thank you Ava🙂
😊
Very well done