cracked
brittle
wilted heart
tear stained stars
foot steps quick ahead tonight
path crumbles in the coming of the light
blown kisses of holy waifs of the past who hold the saddened skylines tiny roads turn to the west with hunger
seeking a forgiveness for the crossing into a dimension of dandelions and dragons chasing rainbows in x-ray negative a vision quest of uncertainty where the road breaks into infinity amongst baby green silent hills
in transition there are trenches carved in judgment waiting for the sentence of a higher kind for actions of wasted time
the mile is longer than the wings of messengers as my legs tremble
road of life cobbled in touchstones signaling slowly
daring us to move on
alone all together
once more
whole
words less spoken 
I do so like this; it has a ‘tumbled’ state to it which admirably reflects the tumbled state of the path. 🙂
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Thank you. It was a good challenge 🙂
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I enjoy selecting the photos (and I do have a load to select from). I always ask myself, will this inspire a trillion stories? Okay, trillion is an exageration, … 🙂
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I love the line ‘trenches carved in judgment’. I feel it the prefect descriptor for people like me who make bad decisions over and over again. Love it!
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Thank you Violet, that’s my favorite line too.
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Wow this is special………💜🌼
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Thank you ☺ I had loss of special people on my mind. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Yes it was very Special! You can feel the warmth. 🙂🌹
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