It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
I agree with Tina – it looks like a lovely place! The second shot of that lovely building is my favorite. Intricate patterns in the iron fence and the roof is all in angles.
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Thank you!
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Nice angles V.J.! The town is also beautiful like the nature you are surrounded by! 😀 ❤
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It is a very picturesque place. Thanks.
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Such interesting architecture! So different from the plain lines in my little town.
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There is quite a bit of history here. Something I need to research further.
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Excellent idea VJ! Looks like a lovely place
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Thanks Tina.
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