Isn’t dusk the blood day bleeds, giving birth to a soothing night?
Birth
Isn’t dusk the blood day bleeds, giving birth to a soothing night?
Isn’t dusk the blood day bleeds, giving birth to a soothing night?
Isn’t dusk the blood day bleeds, giving birth to a soothing night?
Like A Feather... 
…as is dawn the blood night bleeds giving birth to a rambunctious day? Most often than not, nothing much is soothing about night or day in themselves. Peace or Conflict – all is inside our own selves…
loved this series of posts
As the darkened dusk washes the tangerine flaretwilight quivers all overcrispy lights of the sky unfoldflames of moon-enchanted hoverover the meadmy heart n soul burning pinionssleep unknownin thy dark dominionsmind all-blowna blitz of blitheheart glows burning,a lure lithemartian blaze in a dream returning—one old post of mine in my blog..just remembered this when i saw your postthe pic is just awesome
that was a really beautiful pic, i was reminded about one of keats’ odes where the sepulchral night gives way into a new dawn. great thought dear E.
nice pixs..
lovely pic .. really bleeding ..
time for a new post 🙂
Dear P, very true… 🙂Dear B, glad you did! Dear S, Nice one. Thanks for sharing it with us. Glad you liked the picture.Dear A, Thank you! 🙂Dear P, Glad you liked the pictures. 😐Dear N, Bleeding, eh? 🙂Dear S, How many more shall I give ye!!? 😮