Posted by Ras (Plano, United States) on 29 March 2008 in Transportation.
After the scars of trials, we long to heal our wounds, yet in this hard life of ours, wounds sometimes remain, we may be smart and mask our scars, using mirrors to deflect the glance. >Ras
lovely poem!
29 Mar 2008 12:13am
Beautiful shot and creative title.
29 Mar 2008 12:14am
@e.: Thanks e.
Something so bright and new blooming from something so worn and tattered. I like the symbolism here. Great shot!
29 Mar 2008 5:29pm
@Katie: Thank you Klew. I hope to have a bloom someday soon.
Nice closeup! that area has seen some serious pounding!
29 Mar 2008 6:19pm
@Stunner: I tell you, I have never exerted so much pain to a part of my fleet like I did just then. The scars are a reminder of where I am moving from, a future I am hoping to be less stressful.
I love poetry and power tools, words and scars, screws and stripped pentameter. Hot and cold. Hard and soft. Step and fall.
30 Mar 2008 11:59am
@Seraphine: words are the crutches we use to walk through life. Thanks.
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