Here is one last entry for “monochromatic”.
I know, I know…time to move on.
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Here is one last entry for “monochromatic”.
I know, I know…time to move on.
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This week’s photo challenge gave way to so many possibilities. I have been a bit of a macro maniac lately but I decided to take a fresh one after yesterday’s rain. I like the random shapes of the water droplets and the flower’s imperfections.
Beauty is never perfect.
Check out more interpretations of “close up” at The Daily Post.
In all that I write
And all that I dream
Words cannot carry
My voice as it seems
To be lost in the shuffle
Of whispers and screams
Tepidly tiptoeing
Around the briars
Only to boldly
Dance in the fire
Passion suppressed
Is not passion at all
So I’ll rise to the summit
And take to the fall
In all that I write
And all that I feel
This is my story
This is my real