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[1] Bietka | 11.01.2008
nádhera, zachytit momenty jako je tento..
[2] skip | 12.09.2023
Winding to a Point (written for this amazing photo of motion in stillness) A child stooped low and picked up a stone About yay big, with a rounded edge He could find no reason to put it in his pocket So he jumped to his feet instead.   The boy’s eyes narrowed as he thought of this stone About yay big, with a soft smooth face He could find no reason to keep it in his hand So drew back his arm and aimed.   His thumb and forefinger curled around the stone About yay big, and obsidian black He could find no reason to wait any longer And his arm sprung like a steel trap.   The youth caught his balance as on went the stone About yay big, with a glistening sheen It skipped once, twice, and it lost momentum Disappearing in the ripples of the stream.   So are the thoughts of aging men Holding dreams in the palms of their hands They cast their stones along the surface of time And spend their lives trying to find them again.