Out here, you see, I rarely talk.
wind and water, keeping time.
and now, but wait! I've made a rhyme.
A run, some food, and cheap ski boots.
a little nude, I find my roots.
yin and yang, provide the force.
This world's wind, but love, of course.
(please click on the photos for a larger view, I recommend it.)
1 comment:
The pictures speak your voice and eye,like the moonlight illuminating the dark of night's sky.
There is much to be heard when I am silent and aware, and it where my soul is free to share.
Time to get the glide on.
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