PJV

PJV

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Sand follows the sea

Follows the foaming white wave

Broken

Returning

To the beginning

To the point of origin

The siblings

There they dwell

In the beginning

At the end

Beauty, light and water

In a dance

Holding hands

In song

 

Her feet are bare in the light filled stream

Her face undressed

Under a warm sun

Limbs stretch

Reaching skyward

Reaching for the heavens

Eyes orbs of color and light

Hair blowing

Like a field of wheat under winds of autumn

A myriad of subtle color

Dancing in the sun

There is nothing said, nothing to say

Simply behold the beauty

In song

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Peter Victor is a Photographer and Poet living and working on the eastern coast of Maine.

207/669/5247

wordsinflight@roadrunner.com