in black and white the sky is blank and our strings pull heavily on air reflections sit deep in black paranoia and the road blows to nowhere
in black and white the sky is blank and our strings pull heavily on air reflections sit deep in black paranoia and the road blows to nowhere
I checked out the photo and you really nailed this one. Surreal and brooding, and the ending is perfect. π
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Great photo, isn’t it?
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Yep, the photo is fascinating. π
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Very cool.
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I hope you don’t mind me bouncing off your image.
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Honoured!
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Sorry for the short reply earlier. I was in London for an eye appointment and just returned home now. Iβm delighted that you used that photo as a springboard. Iβm overjoyed whenever my βstuffβ inspires another person. Poets must be generous with each other. β€οΈ
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Agreed! π§‘π
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Love this. Mysterious and lyrical.
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Thanks, Bob. π
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Love the rhyme that linked the couplets.
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Cool! Didn’t know it was there!
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Serendipitous then πππ
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