escape into the bleak of sorrows.
The gentle drift of inky sky,
the whinny of the horses at my back,
the cold slap of late spring upon my cheeks
as the blurring of the day
I find myself
chasing the moon
instead of sorrow.
Wordsmith Studio photo prompt:
Oh, how I wish I had a real camera!
These were taken on my Iphone and
spruced up using PhotoStudio.
Do you have any great shots of the moon
and what photo editing source do you