We talk about vision
Let’s look into the prism
If we really are perfect reflections of The Light
When will we ever overcome our plight
Anon
Kent
Year end melancholic
Love and a blue black sky,
Blaze of white sharpens me here but not enough to care.
That post everything, every second is a new day of endings.
JJ, Brighton
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day twenty eight" (3)
two short powerful pieces playing with colour
hasnt this month been a blast? so many lovely pieces that sometimes lift the day and sometimes cause me to stop and reflect. these two are no exception.
Great play with words to conjure up the visions. 😃👍