every window opens with the right blade
I let you in my grain
dark home
and now regret the light
you let in & left
me with only filters
to turn sky sepia
and the leaves
which will soon fall
written in response to Mag 36
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a poem written apt to the picture…turn sky sepia…:) Nice
I like sepia skies. Nice.
Brilliant! I love your style!
Regret is nicely shown in this piece!
Learning from ones mistakes also helps to ease the regret. The pain of heartbreak, you captured it beautifully with this piece.
lovely words-
the leaves soo falling…the double meanings in these words play nice with the coming of the light and what it brings…nice magpie!
interesting and unique! great magpie!
I hear the sound of your words.
profound magpie.
Uniquely interesting piece… love the sepia skies.