Through my spyglass
I see a different society
I glimpse another realm
The people there aren’t so different
Not robots of steel with diamond hearts
Even though they’re alien to our kind
They sleep and breathe and cry and grieve
To them, we are part of a fairytale
The monsters and trolls of mythology
And we don’t dare touch their world
And they pretend ours isn’t real
Very nice twist on the photo I sent you Toni….it’s amazing that you’ve captured one of the feelings that I have when I travel….nicely done my friend.
Thanks, Charles! I don’t know what I’m going to do with the other pictures…. let’s hope the muse strikes over night! 🙂