Blue Orbs in the Rain

That rain is falling, the blue orbs of energy are flowing.  The thin door and the mailboxes keep on rusting.  The island to nowhere just is sitting there.   Holding that umbrella high and waving to a loved one on a train platform.

The whole world just seemed to take a pause to pull out heir collective umbrella and in vain try to keep dry.

Four Blue Years Ago

Trio Umbrella

Fence Thin Door Mailboxes Unbrella

Saying Goodbye

Island to Nowhere

Leave a Reply


 
Copyright 2007© m2c LucidCommunication - Jacob Schere