The sun rises and sets
Equally on powerful and poor
Day is born grows old
Tears fall
Colors play
Shadows dance
Light hoarded against fear and dark
Twinkles
But darkness comes equally
To the powerful and poor
The sun rises and sets
Equally on powerful and poor
Day is born grows old
Tears fall
Colors play
Shadows dance
Light hoarded against fear and dark
Twinkles
But darkness comes equally
To the powerful and poor
Misty Ridge Musings 
Wow, a hotel room with a view of the park. Wonderful photos with words full of wonder to match. Beautiful !
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Thank you, Ed. I love watching the light change.
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And true freedom arrives when we discover that its ok to love the performance…every moment of it.
Beautiful, Nadia…Beautiful!
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Thank you, Greg!
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Beautiful poem and photos
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Thank you!
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These photos are surreal and beautiful… it is almost unimaginable that they are real. Such an odd juxtaposition. Nicely captured Nadia.
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It’s crazy how the light and color changes, isn’t it? It gives perspective on why Monet painted so many versions of the cathedral at Rouen.
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awesome 🙂
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Thank you so much, Joshi. I always love having you visit my posts.
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Great! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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