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| 'SEEING THE WOOD FOR THE TREES' From Visual Counterpoint |
Hell is the haven for lies and deceit,
I walk though the door every day,
The journey demands I admit defeat,
And leave my dreams where they lay
Gasping for grace in the dust of my trail
And for water to turn into clay
The belief that imagination will sail
To the future so ignorance might fail.
1 comment:
are these your photos? i love your poetry. guido sent me round and i am glad he did. i am looking forward to reading more.
regina
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