Silent presences linger In a white veil of spray Carrying many a tale untold Of a far away yesterday Time passes Much is no more Although a mark remains Deep in the hearts core Words written A last black trace Of moments lived Of new moments to face The
On a different timeline My dreams was lost to black and white A phoenix with a broken wing Rapidly loosing height I was on the edge One could smell The sordid ashes From an inner burning hell A solitary dreamer About to burst Could I be reborn Or was
On the edge Greeting death Raw. Exposed Still. Disclosed Dissolving From still to storm Reborn…
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 