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the birds fled as /

the smart trot and jingling  of the rimy harnesses/

cross the laughing woods

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How it went:

I was on the prowl to take some photos of the wildlife, in a little wood nearby. I do that a lot. The weather was cold, the wind bit my cheeks. Curiously, the  birds started singing, and I did my best to sneak up on them.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching hooves startled the birds, and they took off.  As the carriage passed by my position, the people on it started laughing. I must have looked foolish, standing there in the ditch, clambering unto the rimy rosebush, camera glued to my face.

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blue

did you ever wonder,

why everything far away seems to

become blue?

 

rookie lover

smirk flashing

“You are easily impressed my love,”

he whispers amused

hamster wheel

years passing by

daily struggle, bread and fear

I don´t want to grey

equinox

Facing each other…

My soul’s identity is a space patch

between day and night

penumbra

Follow the shadows.

They know where to open up reality

To trip over secrets.

mirror

allow your mirror

to bend your reality.

believe it not!

bent and twisted is only

the light you´re emitting