Kaleidoscope #352

And it seemed to me that there were fires 
Flying till dawn without number 
And I never found out things-those 
Strange eyes of his-what colour? 
Everything trembling and singing and 
Were you my enemy or my friend, 
Winter was it or summer?
― Anna Akhmatova 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush on a sunrise walk around my neighborhood. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

 

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