Breaking Vines
Life and its amusing confusing
Twist and turns, roses lost in the ferns
Lights and burns, redemption yearns
In What ifs scratching mental tickle
Wanting to change the lens but gets lifes nickle
Burning the negative into living pictures
genuine honest mixture
Voices rise and fall
But your light echoes off all walls.
Between the pixels and the pigments
Breaking walls of the beating cements
Healing veins and breaking vines
The angel in the mist amongst the pines