October 1st: One Poem One Photo

Imagine water…


 


I see myself a sphere, translucent,


Cold, like a moonless night,


Falling helpless, and the air,


freezes my bristles, made of crystals.


I break myself hitting a branch, scatter myself,


I fall in the dust; I give myself:


Fertile again.


 


by Rui M. September 16 and 17, 2019


nest1 2019 RuiM.jpg


Enjoy.

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