07 December 2015

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The quality of the future
Has the timbre of a voice awaited
Yet unheard;
Has a motion and an hour
Where in a different place the taste
Of salt, the color red,
Become where I am
When I get there.
It is the touch of a breath
And the weight of a sun,
Yet at this moment,
Its quality's none.

2 comments:

My Unfinished Life said...

Love the shot!!
And the words too!!

www.myunfinishedlife.com

mark drago said...

thank you, dear lady! i hope all is well with you!