They’d been running o’er the bridges
made of slender branching arcs,
lanceolate winding limbs,
and a wish to reach the skies.
You fall to keep the others standing
Nothing for you ever demanding
Your Life's Game by @ruth-girl is a poem combined with her photography, an extended metaphor comparing life to a chess game. I love her poetry in general, but when combined with her photography it games a whole new life.
star in a field of fireflies
I was born with a great list of fears tattooed on my skin
"First, tell John he must not give up,
My death is neither failure, nor a reason to stop,
I may be gone but life goes on,
Tell him the race is never complete until it is run..."
Art is sourced from the respective posts
Reflections by Sunravelme