FRAGILE REFLECTIONS 

  We are not the sky. We are not the earth. We are just a reflection resting on the water and can be blown away at the will of the wind. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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IF

If I had wings the skies would have no limits if I had fins the seas would have no depth if I had trust the clouds could not delude me if I had belief the currents could not drown me but I am man and bound to faults and fears but I have eyes that […]

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FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

  We are but fickle fellows, like feathers that blow at the beckoning of the breeze and know not where we land. We are the folly of fluttering fancies; a collection of coincidental connections that we cannot create, keep or control. I found you once in a far flung field and fought to find the […]

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BEAUTY IN SPACES

  There is a beauty within this space,  a creation considered to compliment the concrete, you can leave  if you like  by the stairs  or you can rest for a while on the seat.  There is a soul within these veins, a creation connected  to more than the carcass, you can leave if you like  […]

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SEASONAL SHIFT

I shift like nature, calling snows To coat me, cover me in a crisp Canvas of change to bathe in, To be reborn in, before I skate away From winds that wither my world. Bone chilled, I can wander off To warmer shores, eager for sun To sooth me, to sink within me In the […]

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