A thin-edged blade
balanced on a finger
tip –
tips:
Shadows move my mind;
within my mind –
eternity.
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"The task is not so much to see what no one has yet seen, but rather to think what no one has yet thought, about that which everyone sees." Erwin Schrödinger
June 3rd, 2015 at 07:45
Very vivid, You can almost imagine its decisive fall.
Thanks for the Wonder:)
June 6th, 2015 at 02:56
Lovely.