The world of a bird
slides and swirls
under the wings of time
Time flies
Is it time to sing?
The world of the wise
whims and chimes
when the unspeakable hatches
Time lies
Is it time to reason?
Author: Léo Beaulieu
Near Eugenia Lake
Crash
Drew the bird
that crashed into my window
drew it flying
drew it landing
drew it dying
on the porch of life
Trying out VIDA
It is pretty much a give away of my copyrights on a limited number of my photos. Still the site is really well done and this gave me an opportunity to practice my Photoshop skills. I been receiving discount codes to buy my own art since then. Will see if something better comes out of this. Colleagues sure like them : https://shopvida.com/collections/leo-beaulieu.
Note: VIDA has closed and sold its assets to Treadless. I did not follow the transitions. Not yet anyway. I have other designs still available at the other online boutique Society6.
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Don’t you worry
lonely little cloud
high in the blue
eye of the sky
I know I know
You can’t touch but the wind
and the wind ignores you
it seems
But the sunlight goes through you
like these words
embrace the world
none the less
Let it all be
lonely little cloud
passing the heavenly
iris of life
I know I know
You can’t even cry
nor let your pain show
sadly
But hear the love
of the dove below
singing for you
the truth we know
Your pain, like us
will not last
