Freedom Adorns the horizon in painted undertones

Dawn tastes like a moments
reflection in utopia, the silence
embraces my tired mind, the
warm rays reach across my cold
skin, like hands pulling me close,
like love holding me tight
in mornings new light. A flicker
of time, seconds, minutes,
solitude caressing the deep
contours of my soul. And the
moment is gone, yet for that
beat in time, I was whole, I was
me, I was free…

Karen Hayward ©2018 image and words

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