Painting by Duy Huynh
My garden is far
To the west, my olive trees,
My beloved miss me.
My violin sings the song
Of exile, a song of hope.
Exile
03 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Textes d'hiver
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Hortus Closus
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That is so lovely and the photo fits so perfectly!
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Beautiful!
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Very nice. Blessings, Natalie
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Beautiful & a 5 ***** fave/vote :~} Valz ♥
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Like the Little Prince
Far away from his planet,
You sing of exile.
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Very nice 🙂
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Simply lovely. Hugs, Barbara
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Reblogged this on idealisticrebel.
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Beautiful paintings as well as great words!!
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A very sad poem. Would be hard to be separated from your homeland. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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I thank you John 🙂
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Reblogged this on Romansu.
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Lovely
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Music, music, music … a song of hope. Lovely poem. Nice painting of the young violinist. Reminds me of Vanessa-Mae the violinist. 🙂
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