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Ancient mists rise and grow,
as evening lanterns begin to glow.
Quiet feet on journeys long,
make their way into sunsets song.
Visit Wood and Pixels Narratives to see more amazing photography.
Ancient mists rise and grow,
as evening lanterns begin to glow.
Quiet feet on journeys long,
make their way into sunsets song.
Visit Wood and Pixels Narratives to see more amazing photography.
7 comments:
The morning fog lifts
Down the bridge we make our way
Today will we will laugh.
ugh, just saw the extra, random "will" in there! Sorry my haiku editing was not so finely honed today!
"Today we will laugh"
Wow, beautiful pictures. It almost looks like a painting.
Don't worry, sometimes typos are quite endearing. ;)
Fog lifts
A bridge appears
Curious eyes
And feet
Waltzing onward.
On the edge
I could risk looking over the edge,
but not sitting on it.
"Jump and a net will appear."
Yeah, right!
Ancient mists rise and grow,
as evening lanters begin to glow.
Quiet feet on journys long,
make their way into sunsets song.
Hey!
Minus the lanterns, this bridge looks like the last scene from Anne of Avonlea when she finally accepts Gilbert's hand! Sighs! ....of course that's what I think of...
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