The place remains in my dreamslike a movie set preserved… Have assigned each rooma critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacondraws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go backnow that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity;would I discover a sudden windfall? Makeover conditioned motifs;reevaluate […]
Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Powerful, VJ!
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome, dear!
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Beautiful pairing of your words and the art!
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Thanks Eugi
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I love that the words are the sparks. I find that to be so true!
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VJ, short and powerful. I love the final line. Keith
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Thanks 🙏
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Those words are so in sync with your art! Brilliant! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thanks 🙏
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The best kind!
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😊
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