Late afternoon and they are the briefest flash. Light catchers snagging flames before dark. I don’t know who I was before I was the one who sees them. I suspect it doesn’t matter now. Once the heart sees it can never be truly blind again.
"Nothing Exceeds Like Superfluous Jejunity "
Stories and Musings on Modern Life
Spiritual Metaphysics, Poetry, Photography
Explorations in Authenticity by Michael Mark
Myths, legends, folklore and tales from around the world
❈ Silvia Ganora Photography ❈
Free to Be!
Usually Poetry
traditional haiku in the english language
Love
Intertwined passions ~
Welcome to My Playground!
Travel, Write, Pray, Repeat
Auf einmal ist alles relativ