Beyond the Pale
so beautiful words....this is mesmerizing!!
Muchissimas gracias, lluvia.(I have been waiting for a long time to hear the voice of the rain...)
what a beautiful lense you've created here... when we look through it, we see night raining on morning... refreshing the grass of our thoughts with dewdrops of an eternal song...
I hear it often Tom....gracias!
Having spent the last hour quizzing my daughter in advance of her Spanish final tomorrow makes this irresistible: Gracias.
Night rains on the parade of morning... or is it the other way round?(Ah yes, it's supposed to be the other way round.)
a beautiful transition in words....lovely the endingof a great undoneness.....speaks volumes and dimensions i feel.....
it's always night that rains on morning... no, Tom?and for me when something rains on something else, it gives it a soulful luster... more color... more vigor...i don't believe in the English expression, to rain on s.o.'s parade meaning to spoil it...:D(crow's are a bit selfish... they decide for the language!!! not the langugae for them...):D
Dawn is breaking on my slow parade of two persons and three cats. Good morning, manik and hb.
morning Tommorning the other beautiful soulmorning catsa slow parade covers more distance... :)
S l o w e r a n d s l o w e r ...w h e r e ' s t h e f i n i s h l i n e ??
right where we start.. shunyaa--->zero
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa, you just killed me with that ending, Tom! You always do that. "Great undoneness" is still bouncing around my gray matter and the echo is way loud. And "one thought singing to itself" was such a great setup. The whole thing, a pleasure.
Upon receiving such kind comments I am bouncing on my saggy trampoline of 3 a.m. joy.
morning is the finish line for night===================================- Dawn is breaking on my slow parade of two persons and three cats. - a slow parade covers more distance... - S l o w e r a n d s l o w e r ...w h e r e ' s t h e f i n i s h l i n e ??- right where we start..shunyaa--->zero(undoing all we have done):)
If the morning's undoneness is standing before an open field, the night's undoing of the done must be standing before a closed door.
wow!beautiful..and the distance between these twois a hand pushing the door open
Thank you, hb.I would always recognize your hand in anything.
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