Group Collaboration #4 / 2015

standing still
through winters frost
our roots entwined
beneath the snow
our love rising as mist

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grey-scale matinee

she walks
for hours

beneath
the barren trees
of the Allegheny

bare feet
brush the rough
wet edges
of a sacred
pull and sway

where nothing
is ordinary

she lets
her tears
slip softly
into
the river

as the
monochrome
carries
the colour
away

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Winters come and leaves die..
I can mourn and blame the lifeless sky..
I can hate the barren land and cry..

But something inside me never dies..
It waits for the morning sky..
It looks for the fruitful land ahead, which may lie..

That something is hope..which never dies..
For it promises me the life, beautiful and high.

Life Through Blue Eyes