What will it take?

Leaps of faith, over written plays. Risking soul given talent for survival. Broken colored sequence of patterns to overturn fate. Admiring the talent missing the romance that is only a painted moment to glance. Blending the view to perform a newly set stage. Currency calls for the program to redo its hue.

Cristina J

I found a feather

I found a feather it told me forever. Synchronous yearly solar returns. Imprinted promises swirling in the tides.

Photos by me,
8th return around the world.