Saturday, 11 April 2015

Day 11: Epic

Dingle Peninsula, Ireland


Waves lick the shore in white tongues.
Above, the sky is a banquet of blue, 

grandiose; clouds are zen masters,
philosophies of thoughts.

The light is a new language 
we re-learn by the hour. 

Horizon billows and frolics,
full of heroics to come.
The entire day, a continual surprise 
of story unfolding.  

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