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Model: Marisa, she is a special person. I took this picture in Spain, recently. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
Showing posts with label yeux. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yeux. Show all posts
The Bird
A Bird Came Down
By Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
(The poem appeared on reelyredd.com)
By Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
(The poem appeared on reelyredd.com)
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Give Some Future
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By Peter S. Quinn
Give some future inside tomorrow
All is drifting in its breeze
Flowering seeds there to borrow
Love is disguise to what you see
The rainy clouds come and go
Everything is quite steady on
You must just feel what you know
Rise to the billows or be gone
Past to future will carry destiny
Nothing we can do about or break
Love songs into open for you and me
Who is the judge to what it takes
Right or wrong may be in your book
Wedging on the things that you know
But who really knows where to look
When footsteps divide them and grow
Not everything's just right or wrong
Something’s so much in there between
Just like there is some beautiful song
Others are still dwelling to be seen
You and I have hope for so much
Bringing forward the coming day
Hanging it lose getting out of touch
Life is not brightness or its grey
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By Peter S. Quinn
Give some future inside tomorrow
All is drifting in its breeze
Flowering seeds there to borrow
Love is disguise to what you see
The rainy clouds come and go
Everything is quite steady on
You must just feel what you know
Rise to the billows or be gone
Past to future will carry destiny
Nothing we can do about or break
Love songs into open for you and me
Who is the judge to what it takes
Right or wrong may be in your book
Wedging on the things that you know
But who really knows where to look
When footsteps divide them and grow
Not everything's just right or wrong
Something’s so much in there between
Just like there is some beautiful song
Others are still dwelling to be seen
You and I have hope for so much
Bringing forward the coming day
Hanging it lose getting out of touch
Life is not brightness or its grey
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Two-Faced.
© 2008 - Ben Heine
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(Note : This is a portrait of my dear friend Marcin Bondarowicz)
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In The Eyes of Time
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By Joseph D. Greenwood
In the eyes of time
We are standing still
Past and present
All one line
Through psychic links
We jump the track
Into the future
Not looking back
The farther we reach
The further we go
Into imagination
And the mind below
An endless journey
Eternity's wake
Through the eyes of time
Not a moments wait
(The poem appeared on Artworksgallery.hypermart.net)
© 2008 - Ben Heine.
(Note : This is a portrait of my dear friend Marcin Bondarowicz)
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In The Eyes of Time
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By Joseph D. Greenwood
In the eyes of time
We are standing still
Past and present
All one line
Through psychic links
We jump the track
Into the future
Not looking back
The farther we reach
The further we go
Into imagination
And the mind below
An endless journey
Eternity's wake
Through the eyes of time
Not a moments wait
(The poem appeared on Artworksgallery.hypermart.net)
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