Half way

On the threshold of
Her prime
She timidly sticks
To one side
If only she knew
On what she walked
A milky way
Where moon beams protect
And planets striate
But she only sees
A grey ol’ world
Full of pain and hurt
Already dressed in black
She mourns her past
Sees no future
So hurries to her end
A tunnel of miasma
Instead of the light
That could be

14th March

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Featured Groups: “The World As We See It, or as we missed it.” “Exaggerated Emotions.”

My images and writing are unfiltered or edited. i just shoot the photos, create the pictures and the words come from somewhere inside without much if any thought or consideration.
My desire is that they might effect someone in a positive way…
A footnote… I’ve explored PS with cars…!

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