28 Friday Feb 2014
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Me @ Sutro Baths, San Francisco
What surrounded me was a cimmerian world.
The rain touched my lips and I could taste the sweetness of it.
Little droplets bouncing on my tounge for me to drink.
The water danced in the puddles.
The wind embraced my soul.
I felt free for that sudden moment.
I had become one with tranquility,
and I was left standing alone with everything stirring around me.
Written: 1994
27 Thursday Feb 2014
Posted in My Pictures, My Writings
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Bay Bridge, Birth, Fog, Journal Entry, Photography, Photos, Poems, Poetry, San Francisco
Bay Bridge, By: AT
She stares into the abyss ahead of her,
Not knowing what is to become.
Wondering….
Does she even know what life is?
She is completely surrounded by darkness,
Which feels for an eternity.
There is a certain warm which comforts her;
A safe feeling she never wants to let go.
Although, she still searches for that light.
Written: 1994
27 Thursday Feb 2014
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