through this city,
midnight cocktails,
winding stale smoke,
density balancing frailty
on solemn, brassy truth;
and I hear for a while,
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
kneading anew,
their timeless dreams,
and cool
midnight swagger,
Inspiring writes4Goal
So our next thing now is to explore the reality of what can be achieved - where R we now?
R is for reality
It’s no good planning an exercise plan-based on gym membership if I can’t really afford 2 join a gym!
The #vss365 #prompt for 18Nov is #Reality
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her days as leaves,
age beyond linger,
knowingly,
her heart, a gull on wing,
her song, we long remember
farewell in wind
to leaves set free,
like my heart,
or waves.
her days as leaves,
age beyond linger,
knowingly,
her heart, a gull on wing,
her song, we long remember
farewell in wind
to leaves set free,
like my heart,
or waves.
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever
you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever
you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
the missing
music, color, stars,
my soul in brushstrokes,
to complete
your unfinished portrait,
asleep
in my heart
the missing
music, color, stars,
my soul in brushstrokes,
to complete
your unfinished portrait,
asleep
in my heart