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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Walk to Remember (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts
The cold wind scrapes my face
By now my hands are ice,
My legs are fighting back,
The snow is not inviting,
The trees sway back
And fights forth again
The wind is its conductor
With its rhythmic patterns
As I gaze upon the horizon
I see the stretch of crust
The many trekkers that passed
So many emotions spilled
As I leave the icy plain
The wind gives one last breath
The land gives an icy farewell
And imprints me as history

Erick Flores

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Transparency (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts

It's inexplicable
How anything flourishes
How something comes
And in trice disappears
A beautiful aura
It all comes together
And in time separates
It is not oblivious
But displayed to be seen
Today it sits, restless,
Tomorrow, a transparency

Erick Flores