the air was cloaked
in strokes
of gaiety.
of beating
hearts.
of remembrances.
of yesterdays.
of nows gone.
and nows become.
of us here.
spilling goodbyes.
pouring.
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Photograph by Tirza van Dijk
Tag: spilledink
here.
“here.”
they say.
“you are better now.”
the chains are gone.
and
the nature has grown
and there is no more
pain to store
here any more.
they have given words
like peace.
like sanity. like this reality
is the best
it could ever be.
like this
is the best we could ever have.
the lips
are hushed,
the blood
is run,
the water
is tan,
the soil
is sand.
it is safe.
to begin again.
the chains are gone.
and
the nature has grown
and there is no more
pain to store
here any more.
“here.”
they say.
“you are better now.”
© Hudson Biko
follow
there is a weight
to the way
the eyes
follow.
a loudness
to the stillness
of the heart.
a softness
to the fall.
again.
and again.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Ashley Bean
racing
The lights are falling into pools of moonlight
dripping across the night sky.
The windows are rolled down.
The music is playing.
The time is still.
You are there.
I am here.
There is a comfort
in the loudness
of the silence.
This is it.
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