the leaves are back on the trees
and the rustle is rife
in the air
again
sometimes
it is the familiar
that saves
you
© Hudson Biko
Tag: words
tales
I have heard tales
where the beast
is loved
by the beauty.
and the pain
is taken
by the winds
in the eyes.
and the hard
is made
soft
by the soft.
the way(s) –
we can hope –
we will be saved.
© Hudson Biko
miss
it was close.
the days were the good kind of long.
and the hearts were the good kind of soft.
and the possibility of more.
ran. tart. in the air.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Annie Spratt
exuberance
what about. the chance
of gold. at the end
of rainbows.
of magic. in the
things we understand.
what happens
to that
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Velizar Ivanov
bright
the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees
is fading.
the way.
new beginnings
are made of endings.
© Hudson Biko
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