Welcome home, my love by teigert
A Danish photographer’s lens captured
blues barely fluttering in blueness.
Such utter passion passing as demure -
the breathless waiting or lack thereof.
A window to a dear heart enraptured
by an old love, or perhaps a newness:
one much assured, the other one obscure.
Yet titled with universal calmness
the everlasting: Welcome home, my love.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
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