An ancient tree fallen in the bay seaweed and moss clinging to its dried limbs so pale, bone like and dead
The surf from the bay rolls in over and over again wetting the ancient tree limbs lying in its watery path grey is the sky as is the water the constant sound of the waves the ancient tree has long died half way into its watery grave
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Dark, yet beautiful! Makes me stop and observe all the things that don't photograph so well. Some people find beauty in odd places, especially those who know what beauty is... The mind cannot interpret beauty through thought, because thought is judgment, and beauty cannot survive with judgment...
Absolutely breathtaking poem! Love it!
Somber, dark and very mysterious. It's also beautiful and real too.
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Dark, yet beautiful! Makes me stop and observe all the things that don't photograph so well. Some people find beauty in odd places, especially those who know what beauty is... The mind cannot interpret beauty through thought, because thought is judgment, and beauty cannot survive with judgment...
Absolutely breathtaking poem! Love it!
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