Sunsets Reclaimed
Night mist, sunset
Hollowed log refuge
Focus, sounds of forest
Feelings, “I am refuse”
A water wheel
Would sound splendid
Might just touch her soul
Ascending, before she died
Innocence, never lost
Soul, returned to sender
Results, may he rot
Reclaiming, the true her
By Lisa Tomey All Rights Reserved
photog | motorcyclist | sledhead | kayaker | wordpress blogger | glamper, lover of travel | booknerd | grammar nazi
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No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness - Aristotle
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Carpe Diem
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My journey to places, people, and ideas
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