With my own two hands
Rising from nothing but dust
Ideas come to life
Month: April 2019
29th April 2019
Even at the edge
Of this chalky green cliff top
The bells ever toll
28th April 2019
Deep in the blue sea
Beneath a hazy green mist
The bells toll for me
27th April 2019
Slowly we retreat
To this crumbling sanctuary
Between the hail storms
26th April 2019
Bushes and branches
Consumed by flaming flowers
Burning bold and bright
25th April 2017
While holding my phone
I tripped over and fell down
And took this photo
24th April 2019
An inner circle
The everlasting balance
Between light and dark
23rd April 2019
Newly balanced legs
Teeter, totter then tumble
Back into the sea
22nd April 2019
A hole in the sand
Sunk inside blackness of time
An empty circle
21st April 2019
A gull, wild and free
Fearless of the crumbling cliffs
On clipped wings I turn
