“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Firework tree

On lazy days when Mother Nature feels rather arthritic and grumpy she lights some magic fireworks under tree roots and sneaks off, not waiting to see how they shoot up the trunks and explode in wondrous colours weighing the branches down with unbearable lightness - pink and white and deep deep red

Here's the firework tree I see out of my bedroom window 

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