crushed, as rock is ground
to sand and washed to sea,
tiny pieces of used to be,
fall away in time, until nothing
solid remains – and emptiness
where I used to be.
crushed, as rock is ground
to sand and washed to sea,
tiny pieces of used to be,
fall away in time, until nothing
solid remains – and emptiness
where I used to be.
I love the imagery here. I am excited to be following your blog now. Thank you for liking my writing from today as well.
Beautiful, Sarah.
This photo is breathtaking.
Does that beautiful rock in turn as it sheds its weight not spread that joy of self to many other things, as you do. with every word,breath and dream of tomorrow. Loverly words my friend. I hope you are well and that the days and nights are being kind to you. For the light you give others is great.
Always
Benjamin
Always excellent Sarah.
“tiny pieces of used to be ” a superlative phrase …
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