I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Friday, September 16, 2011
Autumn Skies
In case you ever wondered what I mean by "The skies look like Fall." This is one of the many faces of Autumn Skies. And, in case you're wondering, except for sharpening and croping the image, no other adjustments have been made.
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