
When the world is silhouette
in the darkness of new day,
and The Maker begins to add
the first colors of paint,
beginning with the sky
and blending into the sea,
as each ripple begins rippling
and the seabirds spread their wings,
my heart awaits the bristles
upon the lonely shore,
always hoping He’ll add wings
so my love can finally soar.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
So pretty
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Beautiful verse and image Laura.
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A glorious combination
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Beautiful words and photograph reminds me of the Carolinas
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Beautiful and perfect! 💛
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Gorgeous writing.
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The urchin is beautiful, too. But wings are perhaps best.
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Beautiful poetry & sunrise capture, dear Laura 🤗🌹
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