“The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.”
Rumi
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Maverick Mist 
Lovely!
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Thanks Cindy.
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Wow I’m very much impressed by these shots!!! The mood and colors of it are perfect 😉 The poem is just too good ❤ Good job Maverick! 😉
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Glad you liked them, thank you. 🙂
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He’s magnificent and that blue sky. Cerulean, surreal. xo
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You’re too kind, thank you. xo
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That must be such a hard shot to capture well – brilliant work! I’m seeing lots of Rumi around at the moment – not a scholar I knew anything about until very recently through blogging. As you know poetry is not my thing per se but I enjoy the mystique of life that Rumi teaches! This choice is no different. Thanks M X
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It was an adventure. The hawk kept flying away to another tree but fortunately not too far. Finally he gave up and stayed in one spot. Must of figured I was annoying but okay. 🙂 Rumi’s a fav, thanks.
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oh Rumi said it all!!
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So you say, lol. Thanks Cybele. 🙂
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