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

 

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miss

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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

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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

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.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Lydz Leow