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Beachcomber wind
Nothing more to submit.
Naked branch.
Flashed sun.
Barely had time to notice
And smile ...
Silent Guest ...
In a chair after sitting, took
The autumn sun.
tape road
Away dives into the haze.
Autumn. Ambiguity.
Yuri Rounov
And leaves circled flies with cobwebs.
And the birth and baptism were -
A small Dityatki many names:
That tree poplar and maple tree.
And roll, roll with poplar with maple
Autumn leaves from the time she
And everyone in the wind flying, elated ...
How sweet to hail, not knowing the names,
All those who start to fall and penetrate,
They should call, be sure to call out.
They should call - and parted haze ...
I tried again - and again I could not.
November. Good enough.
All gold fell to the ground.
And fell in the mud turned,
And the miracle ceased altogether.
And wander sadly in November.
He knows that we are not all cute:
And damp, and the late dawns.
Love him so lacking!
Between sheets of light, the light between the branches ...
Nothing but light by light and not,
Nothing but white, daylight,
What started with the sunset takes fire
And care, ending the sunset fire ...
We have to live on earth only present day,
That is huge and new, light carriers and clean,
Where a branch lit fireproof sheet.
poetry: Larissa Miller
Dutch photographer Lars van de Goor was born in 1964. He lives near Amsterdam and practically makes all photos in the forest surrounding his village. All his life the future of photography and studied music in 2007 only took my camera in hand. From this moment Lars van de Goor devotes all his time to photography.
Music: George Firtich - Vocalise for Trumpet and Orchestra
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