In the rubble
a covered path
Lost to shadows
living as ghosts
An open passage
hopes for a time
Light chases dark,
and starts a fire
Around the curve
such spirit waits
On hidden wings
anxious to fly
– – –
Photo: Doorway at YuYuan Gardens, Shanghai, China, 2005
Words: c.b.w. 2015
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A interesting poem, it’s like a mix that provide us a gut feeling.
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Hopefully it will incite a few moments of rich contemplation.
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Doors and steps to somewhere, to follow or to wait?
Jim
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I suppose that depends on where each person finds themselves upon arrival.
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Great photo and complementary poem.
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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