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Sometimes autumn feels huge, like a storm
Sometimes autumn feels huge, like a storm
Swirling all the dead gone leaves through my head
The first raindrops, a cold which cuts
Through my bones. Shivering I try to hide and feel
I can't run away.
But my morning glories remind me of
The glory of the morning with stubborn little
petals, no matter how strong the wind
petals, no matter how strong the wind
Even if we are touched by chaos, just like flowers
We will bloom anyways.
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Please tell me if I made some grammar/typo mistakes, English is my 3rd language and I know I can make mistakes. You're free to give constructive comments! Linking up with Your Sunday Best, I heart macro, The Sunday community. Picture by me, texture by Kim Klassen.
That's a stubborn little bud with a wonderful spiral twist!
ReplyDeleteMagnificent photography and your poem is beautiful ~ (A Creative Harbor)
ReplyDelete~ thanks for coming by and commenting ^_^
ps. am having trouble posting comment ~ this may be a duplicate ^_^
Love the image and also love your English. Third language? Kudos to you. Thank you for sharing at Your Sunday Best this week Lindsay. I'm your newest follower. xo
ReplyDeleteFilled with wonder and awe...lovely!
ReplyDeleteYou're my neighbor at The Sunday Community today. Beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - poem and photograph both!!
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeletebeautiful shot! Thanks for the poem, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your beautiful words. They give me the courage to go on.
ReplyDeleteLove the swirls on this flower. Lovely shot, good capture.
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