We hold hands
when we are past what is closed
or what is new
maybe we do it for support
or comfort
or just
because we past
Day 2306, past.
Day's pictures, PoetryPhilosophy
Day 2305, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Long ago
in summers time
your seeds not yet
as now all grown
to wait
for a day
the wind will take
when you let go
and maybe land
near soil to you
Day 2304,
Day's pictures, Poetry
Memories are like meteorites
they have an oval path around you
and visit you seemingly
randomly
Day 2303, looking for.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The windows in this building
seem to stare in silence
in different directions
maybe to an outside
maybe not
Day 2302, attractive.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Every scene
has it's attraction
but also it's limits
Day 2300, wondering.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I've seen this storage place
but not all that is inside
I wonder if there is still any one
that has
I also wonder why this wonders me
these things we never talk about
Day 2299, when.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You know when the sun shines you never know when the sun shines
Day 2297, I am.
Day's pictures, Poetry
These days we all fly as individuals
Day 2296, my light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Look from the couch
from my angle
the light is bright
today
as also you can see
but my angle
not
Day 2295, around me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I started growing
at just some point
and everything around me
moved away
Day 2294, games of the.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The unknown stares you in your eyes mind and plays with you a solitary game
Day 2293, we.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are not always there
when our brain presents us
with an answer
with the form
we take as our own
wishful guess or certainty
Day 2292, an unknown urge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The house I live in on an angel
is leaning me outside
I resist and insist
holding tight
to something unknown
and close
to me
Day 2291, life.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 2290, intricate.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I love the nets that once caught me
they are made so delicate
by hand
~
each knot
in this net
has a story
have you ever thought about that
Day 2289, gone with the
Day's pictures, PoetrySometimes you expect something
even hope for it
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