Wundermarchen - Wonder Tales
Riding on, a wonder tale,
spreads out to be met with.
A bundle tight, a
secret wood, a flame alight to dwell -
an eagle sits high in the sun.
No rain swells these fragrant roads,
of ancient pine and blooming flowers,
for they are true and right.
Night or day,
it matters not,
when wonder tales are told.
posted by Imogen Crest @ 2:59 AM
4 comments
The 
4 Comments:
I agree with faucon Monika. You really do weave together beautiful words and photographs.
Thanks Heather:-)
You do such gorgeous work, Monika. I especially like the third picture. And the words--they resonate at a deep level.
Vi
Vi, I just can't believe the third pic is a pine tree silhouette. It looks like lace or something, same tree as the first study. I just never know what's going to happen. So pleased you loved these. I loved them as well:-)
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