I took this photo in Normandy, France. The sky that day was awesome. ____________________________________________________
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Through the Wind’s Trance
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Here are the lost waves Reaching to the shore With the invisible craves With what each man is for Rasping the sands time sea From nocturnal struggle Forever in the night to be As a performing obstacle
Penetrating every silence From lost indistinct rise Through the wind's trance The hidden - in its disguise Innumerable bizarre so pure The seeds from buried earth That to the people will lure To give their missing - its birth
Hear the voice of the land That chooses roots to be born Invincible waves to understand Between each contrasts it's torn Circulating the current song From numerous convey of hope To struggle and rises so strong Of succeeding newborn zest lope
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