Monday, April 27, 2009

After freedom, what follows?

Dried Petria flower in spider's web in garden
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Truth comes.
She cuts the cord in the web of illusion.

After freedom, what follows?
The flower meets the sky again on a windy day.

2 comments:

Lynn said...

Heavy poem...I wonder what you are thinking about...lovely photo...

Shubhajit said...

To me after freedom? I don't know, I'm looking for it..