Nooj

Between my shadow and my soul

Curved meridian




Birth is everlasting through the
Wind on this skin and the roots
On my tongue, my land is forever
Suckling these beats, as a horse
Rolls through hay, I aspire awed
Clay upon clay, salt upon sweat
Hues overwhelm my retinas as
An effect of our mountains circling the sun

3 shared ideas:

ayesha September 20, 2010 at 10:44 PM  

beautiful

fivereflections October 10, 2010 at 7:37 AM  

beautiful words beautiful photo

Nooj October 14, 2010 at 11:06 PM  

thank you both
this was inspired by a trip to clarens in the Free State