This is an image by Seedbud
Pastel colours of lost universe
a soft wind draws, melancholy stream
on the peace of the water that runs anyway.
Where I’m going and where is my paint?
Yellow autumn swamps earth and landscapes
and my silly thoughts also and my eyes
Beeches make red the forest while I
am here waiting for green and new leaves
November, 7th 2014
The skin of the angels 
Judy, I love your poem. Wishing you a wonderful New Year. All the best, Catherine
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Oh…you too! Thank you. I like your pics and your words.
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