When I am alone at
Dawn, I feel alive. The wind,
The stars are my friend.
I play the flute as I watch
The rising sun. I’m serene.
Hortus Closus
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
When I am alone at
Dawn, I feel alive. The wind,
The stars are my friend.
I play the flute as I watch
The rising sun. I’m serene.
Lovely words and the picture ! 🙂 The scenic beauty of dawn, when night welcomes day and bids farewell, can be lived with your lines. Simply loved it. 🙂
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Quel bel image!
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Solitude is highly underrated. Being alone with the world is not such a bad thing, as is being silent!
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lovely
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So dense. Your words need very slow reading. For more pleasure.
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In lone and silent
routine, we can feel the change,
acting discreetly.
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I love the sense of peace here. It is deeply spiritual and beautiful.
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this moment
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my time
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Beautiful words and picture.
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Beautiful! 65Luna
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Each morning, a birth.
An encounter with Nature,
As did Spinoza.
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Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
I cannot play the flute, but there is something enchanting and beautiful when we watch the sun rise and bid farewell to the stars. Several years ago, just after dawn I watched several deer grazing on a golf course. It was too early for anyone else to be up and nothing else moved in the softness of the early morning.
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enchanting!
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Wonderful!
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Lovely words.
Is it digital paint or traditional paint?
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beautiful…
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