Nice!
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings
Cry, it is
the light leaving. You
sleep to the
rails’ rhythm
singing lonesome blues. You hear,
you’ll never return.
But maybe
you will, someday, healed
of what was–
after trails,
sea, stars share their magic, heart-
haunted you’ll live on.
This is a shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Photo Challenge, and also for Open Link Night at dVerse, where Linda is hosting. This is my first post with the new editor. So, I hope it all worked out.
Thanks! (This went to my spam folder.)
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You’re welcome, Merrild!
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