April 6, 2009 AfternoonMonday, April 6, 2009
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- zhumiao
- Beijing, China
- “My real trust some things, if I will not pat down nobody to see.” With picture recording life, ha-ha, non-dead beat's means? The use of digital cameras, along with walks and looked that along with records and the racket. An average person's small angle of view. Remembers the complex society. Has a look ...
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that's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteif you permit? i can write a poem on it..
Of course! I would like to read your poetry about this picture.
ReplyDeleteLook forward to reading.
Thanks!
looking at that leaf , at that water..
ReplyDeletesomething stuck my mind, here it is.
i know this poem doesnt makes sense with the photo, but it gives me that feeling only.
i will name it as love~
love~~
That lonesome leaf
Where I wrote your name
Still clings on,
As autumn wins.
Very soon it shall pass away too,
Bur who cares for a broken wing?
That Ocean breeze knows,
Where your footsteps lie.
It whispers those secrets to the waves,
So I try to bribe the shore,
But what will melt the sea
That died long ago?
May be the leaf foiled the wind
And fell somewhere near your feet,
May be the sands turned against the sea,
And took me there where you hid,
But never did it made the blind know
that every time it was the mute ,
who tried to show him her love …
and i feel like deleting it before you read, may be i will do that the next time i am online.
ReplyDeleteunless you are too unlucky and you happen to drop by before i come online again.
Manisha Dalabehera'poetry with the photo:
ReplyDeletelooking at that leaf , at that water..
something stuck my mind, here it is.
i know this poem doesnt makes sense with the photo, but it gives me that feeling only.
i will name it as love~
love~~
That lonesome leaf
Where I wrote your name
Still clings on,
As autumn wins.
Very soon it shall pass away too,
Bur who cares for a broken wing?
That Ocean breeze knows,
Where your footsteps lie.
It whispers those secrets to the waves,
So I try to bribe the shore,
But what will melt the sea
That died long ago?
May be the leaf foiled the wind
And fell somewhere near your feet,
May be the sands turned against the sea,
And took me there where you hid,
But never did it made the blind know
that every time it was the mute ,
who tried to show him her love …
I remember it, you can not remove the poem.
ReplyDeleteoh! that was so cunning.
ReplyDeletebut i didn't wish it to be here, cos its not as beautiful as the picture. :)
never mind, i loved this pic a lot.
Never mind,I like this poem.:)
ReplyDeletehmm if the poem is good,that means i will keep looking towards your photos, cos may be i will get another good poem...:)
ReplyDeletethis picture brings calm in my heart. So peaceful
ReplyDeleteWell then concern!
ReplyDelete