IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
Beautiful
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I really like your two hued photos for this week. 😀 😀 Thanks so much for joining in the fun 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Nicely done! 🙂 ❤
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😊😘
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These are beautiful. Very serene.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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The first photo is the most aesthetically pleasing picture of grass I’ve ever seen!
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Thanks Liz. I thought so too
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You’re welcome, VJ
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