In a poet’s world a picture is never JUST a picture. Details become ad libs in an impromptu spoken word that no one asked to hear but are thrilled that they did. Leave a comment with a short poem on how this picture made you feel. What emotions are dug up when looking at today’s photo of the day?
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Resting high on yonder plateau
The world’s oceans drain before me
A soft pillow to catch my fall
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“The world’s oceans drain before me” I absolutely love that line
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