They Too Shall Pass
All that we are, and all that we know– they too shall pass.
All posts tagged: photography
Big City
'Big' doesn't always promise better.
Ballad Of A Painting
Different strokes, make clear the smoke, that surrounds the art you see.
Running In Circles
I keep running, in circles you've drawn, always running– back to you
Amour
Into the arms of another, I cannot race, for you have me, amour.
Burgundy Roses, Lavender Skin
Look within your heart, can you tell apart the hues? Can you tell apart the sadness, and the pain in the dark?
Pathos
The process of grief turns the heart on its head, in its trial to understand the path of the dead.
Ergo, I doubt
There is more to understanding the composure of one's own, than staring into a mirror on a Sunday morn.
Yours, Persephone.
Everything about you, you made me love, and yet I wasn't yours.
Wet Earth : Dry Tears
What bounty does salt bring, to parched lands that lay withered, and cannot be saved.
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