In the far Blue Country I see
hazy dewdrops on a yellow rose.
The blossom sprang
from the heart of a locust
struck by lightning;
I pricked my finger on its thorn.
From that element my magic spread,
seeping into chambers that reverberate
with bird song and the lullaby
of a breeze. Come
to this enchanted place
those vales of dark mist, white shadow
and time in the fringes of the mind.
This camera is way better than your Kodak...definitely a blue country.
ReplyDeleteOoooh! This is a great shot!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! A spell!
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