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Photo Prompt: Untitled

Photo: © Dungha
Visit his blog to see additional photos.
The photographer lives in Bucuresti, Romania, and specializes
in street photography.

Photo used with permission from Dungha.


Sarah-Paige said...

-The Sunflower-

Petals curled and
brown, reach for the spinning ground;
crippled for her sins.

Lisa said...

before your grace
your beauty
your life essence
i stand

Meandering Michael said...

You followed the sun
Around the azure sky
Poor little sunflower
Helios has gone
You hang your head
And die

Rinkly Rimes said...


It had known glory.
It had held its face to the sun
And had become one with it.
Its roots had dug deeply into the
Its sap had run like treacle.
Its petals had flaunted and flared.
It's perfume had intoxicated
It expected to live for ever.
But the rains were late that year.

A Cuban In London said...

'And with a final reverence, the actress bowed out of public life'.

Greetings from London.

Butternut Squash said...

Sun Goddess bow down
Even you must revere time
Give your life to seed

david mcmahon said...

You’re so right – every photograph does indeed tell a story. That’s why blogs are such a great forum.

James Parker said...


It seems like only yesterday,
That I was just a sprout.
I grew so big, so fast,
And now I'm tuckered out.

I didn't even notice,
My companions in the sun,
And now I'll soon be dying,
When I thought I'd just begun.

I'm reminded of the little girl,
Who came to visit me one day,
She looked so sad and lonely,
Cause she never got to play.

A well-known childhood superstar,
"I'm depressed, to tell the truth",
"I've captured fame and fortune,
But surrendered up my youth"

Ema said...

congratulations,vali,for your entire work and wish you plenty of good shots and inspirations from now on!

L.Holm said...

Beautiful still,
though withered and bowed by time.
A few paused and heard
her whispered song:
It won't be long.
It won't be long.

Tweedles -- that's me... said...

So proudly I stood in my garden.
Pick me, I said. I will do you proud. I have waited for this day.
And so they came, and cut me down and took me away to stand in a bucket on diplay. I was so proud.
A blue ribbon was hanging from my brow.
They came each day,
and marveled at how tall.
And then everyone was gone, and I stood there alone, all withered and forgotten, and the ribbon was gone that I wore so proudly.
Time did this to me.


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