Blur (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Saying goodbye is best for us,
The distance will only help us,
I can't say I won't regret it,
Nothing is eternal, I admit,
I will dream of what could be,
It is over the horizon, by the sea,
I can see it now, as if it were,
But I know it will eventually blur.

Gone (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Contemplation never got me anywhere
I am stranded on my own emotions; there
See where it left me; sitting, wishing,
Above all, I am left mostly thinking
I look up at the broad sky at night
It always leaves me without light
And as I look up on the sky, the stars
They are the past, I am left with scars
I see ourselves like these stars at dawn
Impossible, unreachable, at last gone.