Foto Friday 99: A lament
One Kingfisher to another: “What holds your interest in the sky when I am right here by your side and in my beak, a juicy …
One Kingfisher to another: “What holds your interest in the sky when I am right here by your side and in my beak, a juicy …
And the mother gathered the little one to her and said: “Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your …
ethereal like butterfly wings blown away by strong winds dreams * * * * * translucent like butterfly wings a …
The yellows gaping at the sun marveling at the greatness that bestows life, and cheering as one. * * * …
Besotted by the blooming reds he circles settles only to be framed instantly captured, sentenced without trial imprisoned for life …
...................... weaving words through dreams
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