First break.
There’s a clear little road on this side of town
With black naked trees and untouched snow ground
With the side of the highway, as our background noise
A bruising layer backdrop yet to be turned
A Coat is not much for muscle, bone, skin
The ghost of our breathing hovers before us
We are the ever changing
Not weather
Not forests
Let time move the wind
A slow ebb of morning crawls up the horizon
Fire daubing the vanishing point
In color
In silence
Pushing the blood to our faces
We tremble from our interior coverings
Light has spread across this vista
But not through our skins
Comments
hauntingly beautiful :)
Thanks you too!
– bjeliMis
Beautiful work.
Thanks you helped alot :)
– bjeliMis
aww, you think i’m hauntingly beautiful… lol jk i knew what you meant :)
touching and brilliant
Thank you
– bjeliMis
I like the structure and visual imagery in this one xxx
thank you Debbie :)
– bjeliMis
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Anna, Sybille and Jenifer xox
Unexpected! Thanks you!
– bjeliMis
Well done on the feature x
Thanks Debbie xx
– bjeliMis
great work
Oh thanks so much!!
– bjeliMis
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xx
Anna