Words and Worlds! I love combining words with the world we live in. A tiny drop of rain or the midnight glow of a firefly--all are the matters of feeling and healing. So here am I, with my amateurish photos and my free-floating thoughts.
Sunday, October 28, 2018
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
The Bird Who Looked Back
I could not evade the look--
Its eyes red---with a grey beak
On the brink of a desperate consciousness
It defies me--as standing just behind
Not touching, never forcing
The bird looks back, with an outpouring
of not saying words, of flying
into the same vigil.
Its eyes red---with a grey beak
On the brink of a desperate consciousness
It defies me--as standing just behind
Not touching, never forcing
The bird looks back, with an outpouring
of not saying words, of flying
into the same vigil.
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