love flows as an endless river
kissed by bluest sky
where reflection's of hearts
show upon it's depths
The song of our love
plays into the breeze
where we catch it's echo
holding it
forever close
Author notes
Picture Credit: Magic Mountain by Hans Peter Kolb
( funny what the mind sees when looking at different pics..this is what mine had to say )
A contest entry
- PIF - Picture Prompt by KayJay.
750 points, ended May 16, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Gentle
Loving man, loving nature, loving... a wonderfully gentle take on the prompt... wistful but well said and very touching... Thank you so much for adding such beauty to the contest... Judging will finish soon...
Ken
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Sigh.. how lovely! Has such a soft feeling to this... beautiful hun
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Thank you. I didn't do the pic justice as my muse wouldn't kick in as I wanted it to.
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Yes, what one doesn't know of heart and it's love... I can relate sooooooo well to this one. You really captured this one well. I love it...
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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Thank you sweetness, but I think it's pretty evident my muse is still on strike.
Maybe it will return soon, let's hope so.
& love
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If you call this being on strike, then where in the world has mine gone? This is simply amazing!! Love it!!
and love
Nyetta
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awwwwwww beautiful.... very beautiful....... great job here.... thanks for sharing... and goooood luck in contest...
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As always I appreciate your sweet comments, thank you
Linda
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Beautifully written and I love the take on the prompt. Good luck in the contest.
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Thank you dear, it's what came to mind when I had seen the pic before, it's an awesome picture.
Linda
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