She crossed empty bridges, Climbed buildings And mountainous ridges That were nothing but smoke, Searched in clouds, mist and fog, Holding tightly to the rope Of her romantic hope, A bobbing carnival balloon, A faded yellow harvest moon, Forsaking her art, A missile seeking a heart. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Collage created by […]
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