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In the last sunflower on the mountain | PhotoFeed Contest Landscape Photography Round 149 [EN-ES]
I hung my body on the last sunflower on the mountain. The sparrows wove a crown of cactus thorns to remind me of the smell of blood, but I don'tβ¦
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Shadows in the otherness of a gesture | Shadow Hunters SMASh Contest Round 404 [EN/ES]
The Romerillos overturn the sentence. Shield, otherness of a gesture.β¦
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Columns where illusions can rest | PhotoFeed Contest Black & White Photography Round 147 [EN-ES]
One can find reality fragmented, go through life in black and white, tattoo the soul on bricks with cranks without pedals and columns where illusions rest.β¦
The scars that shape me
I'm made of pain, the broken pieces of me Precept by precept my torn flesh packed up Each scar an image of pain and brokenness But in them was my strength built I am no longerβ¦
The Weight of an Unsaid Yes
Little did I know time travels Leaving behind the burden I once hope it'd heal And the things I hesitated to embrace There I sat, tick by tick watching it fade away Wishesβ¦
The smell of an old book
In the library of prehistoric documentaries Are books bath in dust and web fibers Yet keeper of stories long forgotten And bricks of current reoccurring events The smell ofβ¦
Silence
In a court of justice, my tongue has been glue for long I've being rendered silent My hands chained and feets held in captive In silent I've suffered unjustly Like mushroom Iβ¦
The Road Less Traveled On
Two roads appeared in the woods The paths divide, less understood by many One was wide , and the other well-trod and bright The edges bore the feets of many The other obscuredβ¦
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When it comes to my grind.. I choose a clever mind.. I invest in tools that help me work smart.. Amidst so many task.. From dawnβ¦
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