Mountain
that yearns
to be a flower
learns
the ephemeral language
of
beginnings
“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””'”””””””””””””””””””””””
”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
Painting by © J H White
Poetry of Light 
beautiful ambiance …
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you have captured your own eyes
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Hah!…funny thing that
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I feel like this today
~
thanks for your
kindness
the past days
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Sojourners in the well…..it was reciprocal, Geo Sans my friend. You gave me my by line above….”the resonant velocity of words”.
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Oh, my goodness. Your painting has quite taken my breath away. Beautiful post. Thank you.xo
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Thanks Sirena Tales. It came about spontaneously as I was just messing around….and remains one of my favorites. Peace!
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