Dawn wakes, sleep in her eyes, traverses blue and grey, angry skies.
Later on, looking her best,she turns around, and runs back the west
Dusk is Dawn,Dawn is dusk, she changes her clothes, Gold, Blue, Red, Rust
7 Jan 2013 9:01am
@CElliottUK: I can see I'm going to have to up my game in the poetry stakes :)
They hear about each other, possibly see photographic evidence of their beauty, and yet are destined to remain apart. Lovely shot, mister g, with amazing dynamics from the silhouette of land on up.
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