You know
my stubbornness-
getting up
at the same place
I have fallen.
I’ m not afraid
of thunder,
nor the roaring storm
against my window.
And will show up
just like that day-
with bruised knees
and scratched hands.
For you to save me
from the world’ s
tedious precepts
and useless advices.
Watch the Birdie!
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A great montra, pic and sand sculpture! Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, my pleasure to share. 🙂
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and the picture is so amazingly chosen! befitting the lines.
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🙂 Obvious similarities, my friend?
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:-)hmm
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:-)hmm
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A million pictures in just a few words….. 😉
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Liels paldies, Gunta. Ka pamanīji un ka man izdevās to parādīt.
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I am always totally amazed by the sand sculptors!! unbelievable! great photo.
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Thank you so much. Yes, the sand ones are beautiful…must admit I am amazed also by the ice ones. 🙂
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Ohhh….i could really connect to this one. It’s so deep and touching. Beautifully written!
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I am really happy you could, my dear. Thank you.
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amazing lines with an interesting picture
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Thank you, it is wonderful to know they touched you.
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Love that sand sculpture, the light and your poem! Jennifer Hartnett-Henderson
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Thank you very much for the nice words, Jennifer.
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nice… 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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