Kim. Poet. Photographer. Philosopher.---- |
Discarded, abandoned
The lonely feather...
In a land, far away;
Where the faries go to play...
The pile of flammable waste sits in the middle of...
surrounded by stones to stop it from spreading...
Engulfed by her welcoming wing,
on her two feet I stand...
Blow out thy candle, pray, sit by me,
lend me thine eyes to observe the night...
Purple car, purple car why won't you go?
I start you up but you shut yourself down...
The rain fell.
Ignorant, stubborn, blinkered...
Beneath the glowing mask
the beauty of the soul is shining...
Beautiful willow,
dancing in the moonlit breeze...
Twinkling stars,
shining moon...