roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)
roaring down the beach
the wings are freezing
a sobbing wound
at the height of winter waves
a thought was caught
whistling stones
mist clouds
in memory of a song
ants in sunshine
©Birgitta Rudenius
Carpe Diem #1843 Troiku Challenge 1: Mist Clouds.
Life is beautiful – not always human actions – choosing my own.
strong in leaf lines
crossing the fragile brightness
in silky texture
Carpe Diem #1361 The silk road.
[…] ”Love is an act of faith and its face should always be covered in mystery. Every moment should be lived with feeling and emotion because if we try to decipher it and understand it, the magic disappears.” […] (Source: Paulo Coelho – The Spy)
Love …”
in your arms
the mystery of eternity
love is all
Carpe Diem: #1318 Love is a mystery.
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