Silence hung in the air
Like the lingering pleasure
Of being kissed in our youth
Clouds drew tears
Condensed
From speed and compression
The chill of night
Threatened
But was ignored
We were alive
And living.
One with each other
One
With all
The living
Sequential-single frame multiple exposure dreamscape.
print: https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/Photographs/Black-Birds-Crows-Swallows/i-HpCv84z/A
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Beautiful! I love the blue tone of the image, and the poem.
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Thank you Alessandra
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