Thursday photo prompt: Choices #writephoto
So small do I stand of soft grey waves
The gentle whisper of many voices as it reaches the shore
Choices I made washed out to sea
On my walk through to town I see
A strange gargoyle, face hidden by fingers of stone
Small brood of ladybirds paint empty eye sockets red
A gift of life to see through rose-coloured hues
I move to walk away, is that a smile I see?
To grey forest I walk to find one large ring doughnut tree
A small opening where I can see
Far more than lies beyond its shape
Tiny creatures dance with lanterns lit
Bird song joins in peals of laughter
I walk away as if from Celtic dream
Old snapshot found when I reach home
Blue sea mountains, lush green valleys
Pastures new, where I might roam…
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