“I can’t feel a thing;
All mournful petal storms are dancing
inside the very private spring of my head.”
~ Franz Kafka ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in June 2021.
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PETALS PLUCKED
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Certainty, Chance, Death, Digital Imagery, Exist, Fate, Future, Gods, Insect, Life, Love, Pages, Perspective, Petals, Photography, Poetry, Prayer, Prophesize, Winds
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“The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, for ruder speech too fair, that, like thy petals, trembles in possession, and scatters on the air.” ~ Bret Harte