Sacredness makes me strong
Blessed with wings but I creep along
Carving words of silence, I sing a song
In Meadows, Beyond ideas of right and wrong
Lies the soul absorbing light through the pierced wounds
Home of love invite to be the guest unknown
Paths to you are shown by trees long
I Search inside where you belong
Empty-handed, I still Roam.
I don’t know if this photo prompt relates completely to my words or not but these were the thoughts that came into my mind when I first saw it. As I am feeling down these days too so couldn’t come up with anything creative. I hope you’ll bear me with that.
Photo Copyright – Björn Rudberg.