Ida, the photo is beautiful. It made me think of loneliness...
Loneliness One tree standing, the darkness and the cold falling like all the leaves before, and through the long night only the false light, giving false hope. False the phantom faces at windows and the phantom laughter that once rang out, out into the echoing stillness. Remember the arms that held. Remember the pieces of bark peeled and carried away as talismans. Remember me through this long night.
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Ida, the photo is beautiful. It made me think of loneliness...
Loneliness
One tree standing,
the darkness and the cold
falling like all the leaves
before, and through the long
night only the false light,
giving false hope.
False the phantom faces at windows
and the phantom laughter that once rang out,
out into the echoing stillness.
Remember the arms that held.
Remember the pieces of bark peeled
and carried away as talismans.
Remember me through this long night.
very beautifull
I am staring...seems like a deserted earth. Perhaps not! But I love it. Seems it has a voice. Tell me!
it is somehow eerie to me.
beautiful, seems like you trying to find for light!!
It is a bit scary. I wouldn't want to walk there at dark.
You've done something really special here. It evokes wind and wild feelings in me.
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