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#4203 prose poem

Photo: Salisbury Falls, a memorable swim, icy water and beautiful sun.

Sometimes life resembles a dream and other times the dream is more vivid than reality. Sometimes ghosts invite themselves to the table, you dance a little with them before they disappear. Then, you search for the right words to express what has happened, you do not find them, but they end up finding you.

4201 poetry

photo: clearly a technical failure, when I tried to capture cute ducks on my phone, but I still like the result, the contrast between the goldent light and the shadow, the entanglement of branches that looks messy, a little like life, when one wonders if one has ever understood its  instruction book. 

we sometimes go together in the same direction

we sometimes cross paths without seeing one another and

sometimes we are heading to the same place without knowing it