Misty, foggy & cut. But in between all these lines our minds & thoughts are free. Free like a bird that leaves behind all the concrete, the roofs & the moon to get to where we thought we belong. Always running. Always flying. Always beautiful, my friend!
ay, Fritsch, they’re always up there, just … flying, but they’re not flying away, I think. they’re city dwellers, down towners, and they’re never leaving – they’re just flying up there…… always looking down on us …
Misty, foggy & cut. But in between all these lines our minds & thoughts are free. Free like a bird that leaves behind all the concrete, the roofs & the moon to get to where we thought we belong. Always running. Always flying. Always beautiful, my friend!
All the best 6 safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, they’re always up there, just … flying, but they’re not flying away, I think. they’re city dwellers, down towners, and they’re never leaving – they’re just flying up there…… always looking down on us …
thanks, pal!
keepin’ it dry!
Hepp!
Møtepunkt…,ikkje alltid vi ser dei.der vi flyg, kvar med oss sjølve.
ay, Marie, er det ikkje altid sånn at det meste skjer høgt over hovuda våre? i det minste høgt over hovudet mitt 😀
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Hepp!
An “Eye Catcher” piece of work! The “Poetic” elements excel… such great eye given the lovely touch of “ZENesque” (HA!).
haha, ay, Ivy, you can come and live in my town – those October skyes are plentiful of Zen all year long 😀
thanks, I!
Hepp!