They dance beneath me, those cotton candy wisps of white.
laying still on the surface, the feathery streaks;
A galaxy of stars.
Or billowed smoke that sits frozen in time.
As if they could softly catch me if I fell onto their pillowed niche.
-me
August 2011
self portrait for photo mediations 4.1
1 comments:
this is a gorgeous self portrait! beautiful!
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