and it reminded me of my first love
delicate yet powerful, truly astounding
Flowers and woman are in common, so I stopped
admired the beauty and a dove
was cooing in the surrounding
Then we think back to this day
and in many ways we fled our conversations
which could have happened right now - fatigue
It is startling to see how many games humans play
to artificially alter their situation
believe me, today was not that day, not that kind of gig
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Hi Zee
Lovely photo and evocative thoughts, But what happens to those thoughts and fled conversations – maybe they come back to keep us company another day! Best wishes
you never forget your first love
it is said
meanwhile i'm still stuck
on popping poppies
as a small child i was so eager to see the flowers, i used to 'help' them along by prying buds open. people all over the neighborhood thought there was some mysterious insect infestation destroying flower buds. they nearly lynched me when the real cause was discovered. poppies were among my favorites. still are, though i don't mutilate buds anymore. there's something irresistable about flowers with hair.
heartfelt sigh for lost loves, conversations that never happened. blessings, o melodious one.
Great picture, very lush green and orange, it's very magnificent. In relation to the poppy, just read a couple books about the history of tea, with a few chapters about the opium war.
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