photo:
Darkness folded over the ridgeline of the hill,
vanishing into its own myth.
The sea was somewhere, I could hear her moving against the rocks.
My soul lied in the moss on the roadside
The world was still holding, but just.
photo:
Darkness folded over the ridgeline of the hill,
vanishing into its own myth.
The sea was somewhere, I could hear her moving against the rocks.
My soul lied in the moss on the roadside
The world was still holding, but just.
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An excellent composition and fine poetic metaphor for today
Thank you very much Derrick