I dreamt of holding white dresses
like a wedding
because we all seek to be adorned with beauty
don’t we?
A brown cake rippled
in frosted garlands by a child’s
hand guided with a confidence
so easily lost to age
My feet run the hallway of records
life’s footsteps echoing off walls
which seem so solid to the mind
The light beyond the tunnel almost
an illusion
when matter enfolds the path
My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge. If you would like to participate, please click here.
The Light Behind the Story 
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Thank you for sharing, Sue ❤
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There are deeper dreams than those of childhood 😉
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I like the fact that you leave space for the light to be more than just an illusion. This feels like a very internal piece.
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That matter that enfolds the path is the truth worth of the journey, no matter the destination.
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I like this. It has the quality of dry leaves, of you see what I mean.
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Thank you.
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So beautiful.
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Thank you.
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