Afternoon sunlight kissing your face with summer gold; a lonely portrait of warm light in a dark room.
A distant ghost has winter’s star in his core; he draws again in his mind a portrait of him absent of you.
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(I altered the text of yesterday as common lines, I think poetry is beyond my capabilities)
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Very beautiful. :)
Thanks ^_^, peasants sold us the flowers (around these days the past year) from Cusco’s countryside. The fields are beautiful in this season.
Powerful and sunny and heart-lightening … :)
Thanks Salva for your kind words :-)
How could I let such beauty pass and remain quiet …? :)
I should use sometime that line with a lady XD
Ah … very good idea!! :D
sublime light and colours, like a painting, your poetry is good because it is from the heart.
Thanks kind lady, honored for your compliment :-)
me gusta y me encanta mucho…<3
https://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/2014/08/22/fridays-color-orange-yellow/
P.S. the nightmare’s over… vive la France! vive la LIBERTE! a bonus where you’ll find Van Gogh:
https://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/2014/07/16/from-my-us-inbox-afternoon-smile/
I remember that game of words XD.
And I’m glad that the nightmare is over, and that’s what we want from France, the encyclopédistes inspired to our ancestors to end the reign of fear for one of freedom :-)
Reblogged this on Tylko fotografia.
Thanks very much kind sir.