“Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand.
It was my other hand.”
~ William S. Burroughs ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in March 2019.
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Posts Tagged With: Grasp
ces vieilles mains
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Compassion, Death, Digital Imagery, Fate, Goodbyes, Grasp, Hands, Jungles, Kindness, Memories, Nothingness, Oblivion, Palms, Passion, Paths, Perspective, Photography, Promise, Scarred, Thorns, Time, Worn, Wrinkles
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BLOSSOM
“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”
~ Oscar Wilde ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in June 2021.
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Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Blossom, Comprehension, Death, Digital Imagery, Fade, Fata Morgana, Feelings, Grasp, Linger, Longing, Love, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Scent, Time, Wilt, Words
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CES VIEILLES MAINS
“Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand.
It was my other hand.”
~ William S. Burroughs ~
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in March 2019.
© 2019 nightpoet all rights reserved
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Compassion, Death, Digital Imagery, Fate, Goodbyes, Grasp, Hands, Jungles, Kindness, Memories, Nothingness, Oblivion, Palms, Passion, Paths, Perspective, Photography, Promise, Scarred, Thorns, Time, Worn, Wrinkles
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