“Cradle”
the valley called to you
and opened.
it held you in loose curves
and told you of splendor
that the world sometimes
becomes green with desire
and sweats and glows from its own
uninhibited creation
—-that it sometimes is
everything
you’d hoped it could possibly be.
—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade Copyright 2012
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pauledaniels said:
beautiful…poem and image are perfect for each other
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