clear

there are days

that begin

with clear skies

and lucid minds.

with a chance

at a new life.

how good is it.

the constant

inconsistent chance.

to begin

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acquiescence

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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.

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Photograph by Adrian Swancar

rebirth

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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bedlam

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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.

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Photograph by Lydz Leow

grey revisited

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is there anything

that lasts

as much

as the feeling

that nothing

ever will

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Photograph by Velizar Ivanov