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Shielding my eyes against the blinding light…
Parting my fingers til just
a crack of hazel shows…
This is how I look at you…
And like this I must gaze…
To the side…
indirectly…
With my neck craned back…
watching your spirit cavort
and dance…
Whirling and twisting in a
heavenly rhythm…
Just waiting for your wisdom
to drizzle…
just a bit…
down to me…
But fine when it doesn’t…
For I can be patient…
through good times and bads…
Because eventually the dance will return….
And what a glorious…
transfixing..
Dance it is…
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David L. Whitman 1/02/2013 just lucky sometimes…
a beautiful poem and an amazing shot
Thank you, Padmini. that’s my son looking up at the icey cliff face
Oh, I see. and you took the photo? it has come out very well. The place sure looks very inviting
Yes, it’s near the top of this one road. The ice was really magical! And, I was the photographer, yes!
And when the dance returns will you catch the wisdom? Nice and hopeful.
If i have half a brain, I’ll catch it lol. Thank you Kim
Both beautiful poem and photo
Thank you Mateja..Armand was so fascinated there!
I can imagine. I would be too, you can’t see that everyday. Its really beautiful like picture you just can’t stop staring.
I see he just stands and admires beauty of nature
He lovessssss those ice fields
I have noticed and understand him completely
lol…I’m glad you do…He feels not understood sometimes lol
Hmmm I understand him again…lolol
lolol thank you Mateja
You are welcome and hello for Army
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Thank you, Mr. David, for this amazing photo and equally amazing words to match.
Thank you, Mr. Jueseppi! North Georgia mountains were beautiful last week!
You;re a blessed man Mr. David.