Her fingers, delicate as thinly spun sugar
The island stretches out from the coast
like a giraffe kneeling to drink
Your backbone ridged like randomly placed river rocks on the shore
Soft as the sound of a wasp walking on a window pane
That bicyclist, careening downhill like a hawk dive-bombing for its next victim
Crazy bird! Its song like the lightning that illuminates the summer night sky
His monotonous voice like the steady marching of the soldiers
She spun off like a fly, its wings violently plucked from its body
Days pass like the golden wheat grows in the amber fields
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photo from HERE
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