Monday, May 15, 2006
A wave crashes softly against the shore.
A seagull screeches as he dives for his dinner
The sun is slowly setting behind a distant mountain
The sky is red with passion
They walk along the beach holding hands
The sand squishes between their toes
The evening air and the oceans gentle breeze send goosebumps up their spine
She is in love with the hand gripping her own
They stand together looking into the horizon
No cares, no worries there is no life without the other.
M. Powell
18 comments:
Thank you alexis.
there is no life without the other..how true.. some of us are alive still not living!
Sometimes we have to make the best of life and live it even without the other.
quite the cool! I like it :))))
using hands as USB ports to make contact :-) very good piece
Nice one.
makes me nostalgic :)
nice one
Dr O2...Thats true we need some connection to send out those sparks.
Mindinside...It is nice sometimes to take time from a busy schedule to enjoy nature and each other.
Madhu thanks
Ajay..Me too after reading that poem I wanted to go to the beach and watch the sunset.
Dr O2...Thats true we need some connection to send out those sparks.
Wow...this is so romantic... I love to walk hand in hand by the shore....Just love it!!! Very nice pick....I am looking for the hand now!! :)
scribblez... Reach out and you will find that special hand.
awesome poem
beautiful pic...
"She is in love with the hand gripping her own"
love that line,...
i think the support/strenght/touch/grip of a hand is so comforting... like no other.
Rich underconstruction...Thanks for stopping by and please do come again.
:)
wow :) thanks for posting it!
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