death is not so
bad, we were really ever
wounded by life
O’kay. I am laughing. Sorry. I think we all look like this come spring! I love the changing of the season, but there comes a time when the snow just has to go! Yes, even snow becomes like the weight of the world……nice pairing with the poem, “Y”!
(smile) that is amusing! thank you.
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There are times when I feel like this ‘image.’ I don’t much care for such times.
aww…hope you’re not feeling like it now!
Naw, but the evening could have such potential–lol.
he scares me.
i’m glad i dont have a garden. lol
he’s actually sitting in a teeny public housing project garden in brooklyn.
thank you for visiting.
You should consider creating a photographer book with accompanying poetry. Your work really is magical. Well done, Y.