Friday, April 2, 2010

The air gets pushy*

The air gets pushy*

The illusive wind pushes all around
It takes things up without a sound
To see dead leaves follow each other
Then get picked up by a bag or another
It is so fun to see them play follow the leader
When laying down again they wait for a repeater

Dom*Colucci 2010
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4 comments:

  1. ShiamalaApril 3, 2010 at 4:06 AM

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  2. ShiamalaApril 3, 2010 at 4:08 AM

    The picture has been painted in the consciousness using the palette of the nature, and then printed on the NOW.

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  3. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 7:04 AM

    Shiamala...how did you know?..yesterday after I was done with raking the leaves and pine needles I seen this right in front of me in the street and thought that is so reality like that the wind has all things play follow the leader and decided to make the poem about it...enjoy as well(+)
    Dom*:)xo

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  4. island of peaceApril 8, 2010 at 4:44 AM

    Dearest soulbro,
    Good one.. :)
    With lots of love.

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