The Moment I Woke Walking by the Church
lights hanging in darkness--
tonight, I carry it,
the weight unreal
like wading through water
too thick.
I am open this night,
with mists creeping their way
along my heart's door.
Far from home--always,
seeking those scents
sorting the memories
like pebbles rubbed smooth.
On unknown streets,
shadows peeling away from my face,
I shall pretend to know the secrets
they are whispering.
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Lena, this is a gorgeous photo and a very lovely poem. I really like it a lot.
ReplyDeleteThe poem and photo go well together. Thank you for sharing.
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