It matters not where I've been.
But where am I going, who can see?
How will I get there, who can know?
What will be...will it be?
But where am I going, who can see?
How will I get there, who can know?
What will be...will it be?
~~~
xoabb
...is willing to accept that she creates her own reality except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking. ~Thank you to Brian Andreas
Labels: poetry, Sunday Serenity
A very serene photo.Perfect pros.
ReplyDeleteYou asked about my fairies..see my Mother Nature's Artistry or Garden Fairies recent posts.
I think they live in your tree trunk.
Your words always fit the post so well.....love the layered and textured look of that photo.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes - that is very serene, calming, beautiful. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteDo not show this to Doris Day .. I am just saying .. que sera sera .. not so much.
ReplyDeleteKidding aside .. that poem and that photo .. perfect companions
:-Daryl
Beautiful shot Annie. Let's go on a field trip...
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful, the words as much as the picture.
ReplyDeleteThose words are particularly meaningful for me. Thank you for sharing.
Hmmm! That is a wonderful shot! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThis was so lovely to discover on a
ReplyDeletechaotic Sunday.
Thank you!
Oh yes, this is perfect...absolutely beautiful. What a wonderful photo.
ReplyDeleteSo, where does one go to view this piece of Sunday Serentity?
ReplyDeleteLove how the muted color really captures the sunrays and the reflections in this wonderful photo.
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