Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Beautiful Poem.

Beautiful raindrops coalesce on broken green leaves.
Sound of water falling onto rocks.
The city is frozen, but the forest is alive.
Distant mist crowns the tip of a black mountain, its white feathers falling to earth.
Thus is the landscape with no people.
A time to be remebered and gathered again.



*Partially inspired by the art of Eyvind Earle who looks into the infinite of nature.

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