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Vanishing Point
love
has a way of
slipping
through her fingers
she's not sure what happens
it's there
like the road
spread out before her
she waits
for the vanishing
point
always on the
horizon
☆ photo artist unknown ☆
has a way of
slipping
through her fingers
she's not sure what happens
it's there
like the road
spread out before her
she waits
for the vanishing
point
always on the
horizon
☆ photo artist unknown ☆
Published 28th Aug 2017
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28th Aug 2017 8:29pm
Anonymous
28th Aug 2017 8:37pm
Why is it we can see it but we can never reach it? Beautifully written
Anonymous
- Edited 14th Oct 2018 4:47am
28th Aug 2017 9:33pm
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Anonymous
29th Aug 2017 8:10pm
Excellent - love the vanishing
point- photo works well.
point- photo works well.
30th Aug 2017 1:25am
I truly relate to this poem - love slips so easy through your fingers - too true :-)
Love this :-)
Love this :-)
17th May 2021 5:59pm
31st Aug 2017 7:50pm
Such a wonderful play with distance and time. With the long road, she doesn't have to wait long to see its vanishing point. With the love that is so near to her that is "slipping through her fingers", she has to wait an eternity. Loved it!
17th May 2021 5:58pm
