Compelled to stir the ashes, of what was cruel, what was unadorned. And still we reach for those extinguished minutes and years, and walk into the smoke, shoulders broke, bending to grief’s provocation, aroused by what could have been.


11 thoughts on “blueness

  1. i like your words, they seem to hear the whispers caught in the frozen time of sometime
    Beautiful photo, I am partial to blues šŸ™‚
    Take Care…You Matter

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