We fly,
Away from terra firma, windmilling and whirling
Seeing and hearing and imbibing so little
Of Earth’s splendor and shimmering
Glory tragically being lost, lost by the
Grungy grimy hand of
The Ones, the ones with the brains.
24 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted Uncategorized
inWe fly,
Away from terra firma, windmilling and whirling
Seeing and hearing and imbibing so little
Of Earth’s splendor and shimmering
Glory tragically being lost, lost by the
Grungy grimy hand of
The Ones, the ones with the brains.
21 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted Introspection, Photography, Poetry
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Autumn, Black and White, Brooding, Hiking, Introspection, Melancholy, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Rain, Thoughts, Water, Woods