burning bright sun
softly rippling crystal
blended with gray
splattered with milk
dancing under my oar
my little boat
glides forward
facing the sun
Sharmishtha basu
31 .1.11
wild wind blows free
1 year ago
all the pictures used in this blog has been collected from ineternet.. if someone wants me to remove them please let me know the logical reason and i will.
Words are a heavy thing...they weigh you down. If birds talked, they couldn't fly. -- Sy Rosen and Christian Williams, 1992
Is it not true that a flower's main goal is to show its beauty from within to be always within even when it is without...enjoy*
Dom*Colucci 2009 http://dom-bodhidharmafatherofzen.blogspot.com
Have patience awhile; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; erelong she shall appear to vindicate thee.
-- Immanuel Kant
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