We were like water:
rushing, rubbing
against bed and bank,
running; to get to nowhere,
not knowing where,
not knowing
we were already there.
We were like water;
no longer running,
our tale
withering on the river.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Noa
That’s so great!
deuxiemepeau
Thanks my dear! Greetings from Dublin airport
Noa
Be safe
deuxiemepeau
🤗☘️