Morning Light


East wind blowing
The Med frets
Gold clouds hide the sky

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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16 Responses to Morning Light

  1. The golden clouds are amazing. A beautifully captured sunset. 🙂


  2. comme toujours
    tes mots sont
    pas mal du tout


  3. PapaBear says:

    The knowing
    Not for us to see
    Or learn the answer why


  4. arjaybe says:

    Thirteen syllables, and two (somewhat) different themes. Haiku!




  5. john zande says:

    …Something wicked this way comes…


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