words that pound…

Why do you weigh me with the scales in your eyes?

Featured post Source: Milk white. The sound of this beginning is alien music to my ears. Its hope, it's the joy of winning. It's the sound made by a budding flower heralding the beginning of pain exiting. The sound of this... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow will come, if you will it O Lord I have me a bunch of twins to raise I have to smoothly cruise on this potholed road I have a fully fed man to amaze I have not one or... Continue Reading →

Remember when you reach your dreams end The dream you and I had Remember the bashful eyes

They might poke They might prod Be calmer Than the ripples

Source: Milk white.

Birth Month.

March croons again and again But I would rather greet the sun Or play with the wind blown dirt March whispers again and again "Another number is here" Does she know I can barely get two and four to agree? March... Continue Reading →

you will see time rush in the crashing

They cry "beautiful, beautiful” And I cringe Grateful for myopia As I tighten my turban Who dare calls a thing so imperfect Beautiful?

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"Фотоискусство" – блог Алексея Марковича, где он делится своими философскими размышлениями через призму фотографии



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