skills scaled in the sky
worthy to hang
on rusty twig
nothing
to grow but
by intent of
art,
experience of beauty
curiosity drives
walking alone
in the forest
seclusion prevails
expected power
no consolation
double sworded
a heart bleed…
memories of love
as single sparks
drifting in a
water of sorrow
a new love
knocking
in a hollow house
the good vibes
tied by green promises
no expectations
the shell grows
small to express
the longing to
own the world
you are
Curiosity sure can drive away, may not always be the best. I'll take the third though.
ReplyDeleteSupport of friendly faces always hope to sore heart
DeleteI do so enjoy your blog - it always shows up at exactly the right time with a much needed message. Big Blessings and Merry Christmas, my friend....<3
ReplyDeleteThank you, Robin. It's nice to see you here. I'd love to read your blog again one day.... Happy holidays to you, dear friend <3
ReplyDeleteI am always curious! Delight read and interesting photo.
ReplyDeleteHey, good for you, dear Karen. Thank you so much for the generous comments all over my writing. Blessings!
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