Contemplation never got me anywhere
I am stranded on my own emotions; there
See where it left me; sitting, wishing,
Above all, I am left mostly thinking
I look up at the broad sky at night
It always leaves me without light
And as I look up on the sky, the stars
They are the past, I am left with scars
I see ourselves like these stars at dawn
Impossible, unreachable, at last gone.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades den 31 januari 2014 vid Skärhamn, Tjörn.
Béatrice Karjalainen
Lovely reflection in the water from the house. I really like this picture. It is both warm and cold.
Mikael Svensson
Thank you! +Béatrice Karjalainen
alain constantin
nice shot, thanks !
Mikael Svensson
Thank you! +alain constantin
Lotta Svanhem
Så fantastiskt vackra naturfoton du levererar ! Tack!
Mikael Svensson
Thank you! +Lotta Svanhem
Susana ELISA muñoz
Postal……