Not the same picture Candice wrote to, but a similar landscape. Same photographer: Warren Gordon |
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Footsteps sinking into silk
Wet flow of nature’s milk
The sustenance to which were drawn
In surreal world of peace and calm
The shine of sunlight on the fields
Unmeasured dreams and brilliant yields
The essence of the whispering wind
The essence of the whispering wind
and secrets of the past begin
To unwind in the wind of the river
As it flows round my body like a shiver
And I pull my mind around my heart
Like a blanket, tattered, torn apart
The trees stand in jurious solitude
Against a sky opaque and nude
And life is shadowed in between
The river, stream and pastoral scene
Where we wander like wolves and sheep
Leaving this realm with nothing to keep
Save our sanctimonious souls
As - the thunder rolls.
© Aug2011 Candice James (the poem not the photo)
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