of red, of wood
your fire, the sun
that only looks directly at you
through reflection
of red, of wood
everlasting
in me
© r.e.l. 8/22/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/25-10/1/11 on Gooseberry Garden
your fire, the sun
that only looks directly at you
through reflection
of red, of wood
everlasting
in me
© r.e.l. 8/22/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/25-10/1/11 on Gooseberry Garden
This entry was posted on August 21, 2011 by robin. It was filed under poetry and was tagged with fire, innuendo, me, red, sun.
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Very smooth!
August 22, 2011 at 12:00 pm
… thanks
August 22, 2011 at 12:15 pm
Oh, this is unique and wondrous! xoXox
September 26, 2011 at 1:58 am
the story behind the way the photographer took the photo is just as unique …
September 26, 2011 at 6:33 am
beautiful..
Thanks for sharing…
September 26, 2011 at 11:37 am