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a minute to sit
on a mountain rock
to breath the pines
perfume moved about
by the wind up high
clouds moving faster
than me walking
swiftly down hill
on myriads of pebbles
gathered a constellation
in the middle of the path
the steps of God
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annamosca 
I don’t get to comment much, and your work deserves more that a fly-by like. I like this piece, I’ve been there (or somewhere similar) and this is a very strong picture of that moment of appreciation and peace, but I’ll bet that
“clouds moving faster
than me walking
swiftly down hill”
you are more comfortable, there, than I am.
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Oh then thank you indeed for your comment, much valued! You are right though I was very very comfortable there… I could nearly fly away!
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Very precise, Lovely!
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Always appreciate your comments Simon, thank you!
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beautiful
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happy you like it
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What a lovely photograph Anna 🙂
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Thank you Nomzi 🙂 the place was even more beautiful that the photograph, hopefully the poems can convey that additional/fleeting yet eternal beauty…
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I can only imagine. Your words add another layer of colour and mood to the photograph. Have a wonderful weekend Anna. 🙂
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Enchanting, as always, Anna 🙂
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Ciao Alina, thank you!!
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You painted a lovely picture with your words.Very beautiful.
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Thank you Mira for your appreciation.
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You’re the prettiest girl to respond to my poetry. And I thank you…
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LOL, that’s cute comment, thank you. Hope the poetry here suits you 🙂
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