One in twenty million a solitary bi-cyclist rides Across giant avenues and flowing machines But in the end the crossing is just a lonely matter A symbol of life’s voyage, the single journey with no return Hope has wheels, hope has wings, then you meet the ferryman Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
A young cyclist waits for the sunset, nobody is immune to poetry This inner pain triggered by irresistible beauty The longing to belong and to drown in a deep fascination Narcissus looking for a reflection he can’t even recognize It is the moon rising over the river as the day fades into the mist Photo […]