Because time is a singular decision, implying an infinite waiting— O those blackest storm clouds shout to cool somber hills again, now there are gardenia in the field arching their way to Heaven/and the rain that Summer brings washes the dust from the elder trees/strangled smoothness and life like an apology is also waiting the squall of death’s asking. *From Faith of Heart 1993 Photograph with digital art 2021
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Karen Muro Aréchiga 22 Aug 2021
WOW... I LIKE IT A LOT! :)