It’s a silent dawn,
The harbour is quiet as a
A boat sails away.
The wind sings the deep ocean,
The Buddha salutes the junk.
A dawn
12 Monday Jan 2015
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Hi this is so beautiful. Dawn is my favorite time! Your dawn is beautiful! Today it is rainy here so it is wonderful to see your dawn. I love the purples and pink! Happy Monday!
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What a beautiful photograph along with the words. With dawn there is hope.
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At the end of night,
Wonderful voice of some birds
Saying: We are cold.
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Beautiful, just beautiful. Thank you, Esther. Love, Amy
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Nice!
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I love the mood and the setting of this piece.
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aaahh… Hong Kong at dawn. Great. Poem and picture.
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C’est à chaque aurore
que tout frémit et que le
rituel reprend ;
celui de la reprise
du dialogue suspendu.
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(inspiré de la partie I de “L’aurore s’allume” de Victor Hugo http://www.victor-hugo.info/poemes/232.html)
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