Light seeping through to
rouse me from my dreamless state.
Peacefulness shattered.
Following footprints
then leaving them for others
to follow my own.
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These are both so lovely and give such a great visual of transience.
Light can be a dastardly thing!
I like the image of footprints. I'm imagining them on a beach, perhaps a mother's with the child coming from behind to hop from step to step. And then it's gone.
Thanks for these.
Writing in Faith: Poems
Both good - I especially like the footprints, which for some reason I visualize in the transient medium of sand on the beach.
Thanks for these visuals of transience..
P, you have a GIFT with your words. Such a natural. This imagery is, again, so beautiful.
I agree with MamaGeek. You have a gift. Sorry I haven't been by in eons. XXOO
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