Saturday, 26 April 2008



for her
who lives in the dunes
whose feet bear the wounds of salt
when she sails out in the thin morning
on the waters of loss
I am the song-shifting sand
retracing the gold of her skin.
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5 comments:

  1. lotusgreen26 April 2008 at 03:56

    sigh.... i think i have been in this place

    i thought you were out of town or something because somehow you fell off my feed reader. i'll put you back!

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  2. swiss26 April 2008 at 21:42

    nice! have reciprocated

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  3. Susan Kruse26 April 2008 at 22:48

    After a long day, to come to this web page and once again find beauty; Ah, is this not happiness?

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  4. Oberon27 April 2008 at 00:42

    .......thank you for your kind words......i'm glad i found you too.....you are fabulous.

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  5. Roxana27 April 2008 at 00:48

    so glad you all like it... yes, standing there barefoot, every thought dissipating in the air, just being that breath, that breeze, that wave and that salt, this is happiness, and if the pictures could offer even the slightiest glimpse of that... then... I don't know, it's all worth it.

    thank you Oberon for your visit!

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