today
was made of
broken hopes
and questioned dreams.
and
yet
there is a sun
left
to set.
and the chance
to try again.
at
sunrise.
© Hudson Biko
Tag: writing
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
fire
we were always taught
to be careful of the matches.
always asked
not to stand
too close
to the flames.
always kept
so far
and so wary
of the fire.
so
how
were we meant
to be ready.
for worlds
destined
to burn
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by guille pozzi
heal
they will write
poems
about
healing.
and
smile
in their photographs.
and sometimes
they
will believe it
too
© 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
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