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
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Photo: Doorway at YuYuan Gardens, Shanghai, China, 2005
Words: c.b.w. 2015
Words are not free
spend them wisely
Use them freely,
but with deep thought
So much is lost
if never said
Nothing is found,
if silence speaks
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Photo: Remnants of the Journalism Industry on Fleet Street, London, c.b.w. 2011
Words: c.b.w. 2015
Spools of oak branch thread
stitch together blue and white
summer patchwork sky
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Photo: Northwoods, Wisconsin, c.b.w. 2013
Words: c.b.w. 2015
Covered in moss
gilded with lore
Echoes of kings,
speak among thieves
Wrapped up in stone
myths go to thrive
The truth, it hides
covered in grime
Soul gutted out
swallowed by lies
Locked in the crypt,
reaching for keys
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Photo: Blarney Castle, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Words: c.b.w. 2015
The sun catches
time’s steady face
Peering through cracks,
set to reveal
Nothing withstands
midnight’s last chime
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Photo: Astronomical Clock Tower, Prague, Czech Republic, c.b.w. 2008
Words: c.b.w. 2015
