resilience
her never ending bloom
oh she has her cracks
where the wild things grow
and fault lines
only she knows
in shade she finds
a rebirth of cities
where archaic winds whisper
hold testaments along crooked stone
all that glitters is not always gold
they cry
they bemoan
yet she
in a secret garden
sinew among the weeds
🌹Blackmill- Evil Beauty🌹
i often find tranquility among the blooms and funerary art within cemeteries. when i came upon this image the words naturally came. the attached song selection lends the journey to what my lens saw and my mind found. I hope you find it so too. Enjoy 🌹
the fault
is a blame game
the plan
is to stand
out
and not over
things
in clover
yes….precisely so. this makes me smile that you pulled this from my words. Thank you for sharing them 💖
yw thats the thing. let s create just a little this and little that.