| Two rays're growing up to cross at horizon while squinting the eyes you're looking at light. How lucky am I? On tiptoes rising, touching the shoulder, caught your sight, your arms're stretching up to hold me tight. Lost the balance, almost in trance I'd channel all saints if they show up, fight my loneliness, accepted as right... At loose...do not hurry... remember the moment, when sky opened up at least temporary to channel a comment of doubt... | |||
Clouds clear/ golden sunshine/ at horizon settles precluded doubts.
ReplyDeleteWow, such beautiful poetry, and I really like the photo as well. Good post.
ReplyDeleteGood poetry, nice picture
ReplyDeleteDoubt can bring forth much but we just need a little something to get us through, which was shown by you.
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