i peered into a perfect sky–
so perfect, it looked fake,
and suddenly
it came to me
that i was not awake.
with that, the thought occurred to me
that maybe i could fly–
without ado
away i flew
into the perfect sky.
–photo by me
perfect sky (archives)
i peered into a perfect sky–
so perfect, it looked fake,
and suddenly
it came to me
that i was not awake.
with that, the thought occurred to me
that maybe i could fly–
without ado
away i flew
into the perfect sky.
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Beautiful! We’ve had a few of these fiery skies lately. Happy day!
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Thank you, Lane!
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bello!!!
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Gracias!
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De nada
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Enchanting!
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Thanks, Susan!
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WOW
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Thank you very much!
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Wonderful poem and pic 👏
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Thanks, Shelley! It’s a little slow in the picture-taking department right now as the season changes. The birds have flown south and the flowers are gone; it’s at these times that I point my camera toward the heavens.
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So beautiful
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Thank you very much!
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