A ruined truth blows through frozen flames
staring into glassy eyes
and for just an instant she thought she once held a name
aside from this tempest
the companion of razor winter's barbed wire skies
in a sixty second sentiment
she has lost her heart
and can only continue to run
so cold blows the wind
from this storm she has become
August
4 comments:
This is sublime. The photograph is one of my favourites too. I'd like to order a print, sir.
Thank you so much John. I can certainly make a print for you if you like! Thank you very much for visiting. Always good to hear from you!
Hi Adrian,
great work here. Very interesting stuff. There is beauty in your photos and poetry. Thanks,
James Worth
Thank you very much James! I am very happy to hear that from you! Thank you much for your kind words. I just finished a new series of photos three days ago which I should be posting fairly soon...
Do come back for a look:)
All the best!
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