I thought I saw
The Great Reaper
But was unsure
Was that a scythe,
Or an umbrella?
poetry, prose, and photography
I thought I saw
The Great Reaper
But was unsure
Was that a scythe,
Or an umbrella?
Friday’s power is here
Creatively breaking routines
To rest and renew
Lost dreams within me
Focusing my energy
Seeking their return
The mist of my breath
Intertwined with the starlight
My flickering dreams
Exploring our depths
Attraction communicates
Powerfully complex
I am unsure
As I face my dream’s demands
A path now cluttered