Under the Rain:
The lines on my palm were disfigured...
by a drop,
once water, now liquored...
in a magical cup.
Under the Sun:
The lines on my palm were dissolved...
by a beam,
hard, like a riddle unsolved...
like a dream.
Photograph By Photographer: Declan McCullagh.
2 comments:
You're mastering your words.. getting to be better everyday reem.
You're controlling the music not to slip away and choose words only to fill gaps.
"hard, like a riddle unsolved...
like a dream."
i like.. i like!
Keep it rainin' ;)
Thanks dude, i owe this to a friend who told me to let it go and free myself.. u know him ha :p
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