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Twinkling stars fell one by one
into the still pond…
Weighted down by the shroud, white mist,
They sank into the swirly
depths…
Darting about like
silver fish…
Playing tag in the glowing silence…
arching upward and twirling down…
Playing as stars are prone to do…
Especially…
When they have been bathing
underneath..
a haunted…
yet fog filled..
sky…
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David L. Whitman 01/09/2013 caught in the fog
an imaginative piece! very interesting
Thank you Padmini! I’m glad you liked it!
When Imagining the picture you are giving it makes the world just seem , magical…;) loved it. thanks for sharing!
Thank you thank you! What kind words
Beautiful images – love the stars in the mist! K
Yes. They just went together in my head !
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Very beautiful photo…and as usual great words.
Thank you so much Mr. Jueseppi!
Poem and the picture are mistical and foggy interwovwn with eachother. “Weighted down by the shroud, white mist” this line really imppresed me got chills and I like it.
I like your poetry cause its always unpredictable I never know what i will read in the morning
I’m glad you enjoyed. I liked that line as well….