Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
İzmir, Çeşme
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That was really some clouds over you city. cool shot.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
From the poem 'High Flight'
Morcheeba?? :-)
iblowfish: thank you so much. You have an outstanding photos in your blog.
jo: thanks so much for your contribution, much appreciated.
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