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His love ran beneath her
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There was this one, and he sounded just like a long long long drawn out
river love song traveling across the earth. And every time he would
reach this one place, he would disappear under the mountain.. I would
wait so softly, laying there in my tipi, as he traveled beneath the
mountain and on the other side, again he would re-emerge, to hear his
river love song playing again.. |
Credits
Pictures from Michael Bath, shared with permission,
who said I could put his pictures with my poetry..
Here is his link www.lightningphotography.com
You will be amazed.