Hints of mango misted layers, soft across the night
infusing amethystine dawn, it seeps
blue hour clarity of mind
bridge agleam, pharos beam
lull of predawn quietude
the world’s asleep
This, then, when it is mine.
This Then
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Photography, short stories, accidental poetry. Memoir. Interpretations of an unanticipated bend in life. For all the unexpected hard, soft places that we have landed under the infinite vast skies of hope. This is our story…
Wilde.Life 