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DEAD STARS, NEW MOON

THERE'S NO WAY HOME

THE GLOOM HERE SHE HAS SWALLOWED

ALL MEMORIES OF THE SUN

PALE VISIONS CORRODE AND HOLLOW

SEARCHING FOR THE MISSING ONES

CRUEL DREAMS CIRCLE AND DIVIDE

MEMORIES DISTORT AND COLLIDE

LOST

NO HOME

ONLY THE COLD EARTH

WILL HOLD THESE BONES

THE GLOOM HERE SHE HAS SWALLOWED

MEMORIES OF WHAT WAS WON

PALE VISIONS CORRODE THE HOLLOW

PRAYING TO THE MISSING ONE

DARK WIND, BLACK RAIN

THERE'S NO WAY HOME

LOST

NO HOME

ONLY THE COLD EARTH

WILL HOLD THESE BONES

SLEEPING HERE UNDER THE STARS

TRUTH RINGS OUT FROM THE DARKNESS

WHILE THE PAST ESCAPES OUR LONELY HEARTS

ALL PAST CRIES MAY BE SILENCED

LOST

NO HOME

ONLY THE COLD EARTH

WILL HOLD THESE BONES

THE COLD WIND BREAKS OUR SHELLS

THE COLD WIND SETS US FREE

DEAD STARS, NEW MOON

THERE'S NO WAY HOME

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by A Storm of Light ...

I really like your introductory poetry, and the photograph comes very close to embodying those words and thoughts.  The foreground with a scattering of rocks in a relatively dark patch of water, surrounded by very dark or black hills, is especially effective.  The clouds come close, and they would work better, IMO, if the rays produced by the sun hadn't been present.  The rays are usually a sign of hope, and they are usually up-lifting.  That's not what I get or want to get from the poetry.  I want to stay in gloom and hopelessness, but the rays tell me hope is on the way.  I really like your approach to marrying words with a photograph (or vice versa).

Bonita imagen, muy bien encuadre, color y luz.  Best regards

Very Good!