puddles of acquiescence
are warm on days
when the air is bleak
the fingers are meek
and the soul is shivering.
when the veins
pop from skin
in luminescent green
and the lack of the serene
is everywhere.
when this life
is lived
for sole purpose
of being lived.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Adrian Swancar
the warmth
in the voice.
the ease
in the words.
the rare.
the things
too easy
to read too much into.
© Hudson Biko
Photo by Tanja Heffner
there are times
when i do not fear
the fall.
when i look at the streams
run down earth.
and think
of all the ways
their fall
helps the flowers
rise.
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in the bedlam
of days
there are times
when the haze
of yesterdays
will come in
and play.
and there are times
when the decay
of the better times
will come in and stay.
and we will
pray
in the only
way
we know how
to ask
for a way
to make the less. less.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Lydz Leow
is there anything
that lasts
as much
as the feeling
that nothing
ever will
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Velizar Ivanov
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