thrust from the summit
sharp peaks scrape towards the sun
carved statues of light
slumbering valley
steeped in afternoon shadows
reaching for her night
Shared with Senhai Saturday #39 picture prompt
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:


“Was it and what will become” is the phrase that comes to mind with these two. Wonderful lines, Shaun!
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Thanks Susi 🙏
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You’re welcome!
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Beautifully written Shaun
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Thanks Sadje 🙏
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Excellent lines, Shaun. 💕
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Thanks Eugi 🙏
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You’re welcome, Shaun.
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Combined well with the photo. I love it.
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Cheers Kaci 🙏
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