Morning comes in soft vanilla light.
Unsure, tentative,
The sun makes his way
Quietly into the day;
He pushes the Med’s heated haze aside
Her dissipation
Sublimation
Transformation
As he reaches for another blue
Another indigo
And burns among stars
To play with angels.
unbuttoned or undone 
Great pic
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The oleander in my garden that morning… Thank you Noel.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Jayde, I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Ah oui, ça c’est mieux!
Tes mots font toujours la magie, et aujourd’hui ils sont moins catastrophiques!
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Merci. La magie, voilà vraiment ce que je cherche à donner. Quand je réussis je suis contente.
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Spoken makes it just so much better! Wonderful piece Emmy.
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Thank you John. Sometimes I want to read it and give it a sound.
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It works 🙂
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Mood Indigo – Duke Ellington. Gotta love the clarinet, but I’d be the double bass.
rjb
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Thank you for that mood Indigo. Without the double bass it would not be as good, a hue would be missing, the tone would lack balance and the texture uncomfortable. 🙂
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Good. Sorry about the big black rectangle. I didn’t realize it would do that. I just thought there’d be a link.
rjb
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Pfftt! C’est pas grave!
( no big deal!)
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Thank you. Vanilla is just vanilla on its own, but add a little spice and colour, perhaps a dark chocolate sauce and it becomes unique and very interesting. Smiles
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Adore it, despite the vanilla. Smiles.
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