sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood -
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
- Pablo Neruda -
Gracias por su visita. / Thanks for visiting, its most appreciated.
5 comments:
Nice. The yellow really pops. Looks like an old oak or beech tree there too.
Strange eerie colours!
I love it!
Hi Carraol,
Thanks for sharing nice nature photo.
Absolutely amazing.
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