Pink golden sunrise, the early rays glide
liquid like over the gentle morning waves.
Facing the light the moon pales
and sparkling sand melts into the edge of the water.
My soul reaches the clouds.
Images and poem by V.Zlotkowski. All rights reserved 2011.
Ah, the mysterious sunrise when the day shifts from dawn to wake. I adore these pictures but I love the poem best;-)
ReplyDeleteWhat stunning images. I do love the gentle beaches of the South and the never ending tides.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy these days and see you soon dear.
love to your family -
pve
wow so absolutely gorgeous what a lucky lady to have such beauty surrounding her here and at home!!!
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