Friday, November 23, 2012

Lens




Clouds over imagination
Open inward
Evolving voices, wings.
Each hour rises.
Flowers sing.
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2 comments:

  1. Optimistic ExistentialistNovember 28, 2012 at 6:08 AM

    Perfect picture choiced to accompany this beautiful poem.

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  2. Annie B.February 28, 2013 at 7:15 AM

    All of your poems are beautimous but I am really enjoying this recent harvest of spring words....

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