What dreams do you ply?
open-ended
"migrating geese i leave my poem open-ended" ~ Shloka Shanka
A cup of scarlet and orange
Sunset colored sunrise
Stretch Upwards
In the shape of its beak
Open-ended
The human heart, too
Night fades to light
night fades to light
in the spider’s web
a string of pearls
~ Aleksandar Ševo.
Janet Fogg / J.R.P. Fogg 