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RE: Photo contest: post processing #12 #bambuka
The song.
The song of the winter blackbird.
The song of the winter blackbird touched me like a curtain.
The ice flowers of my window blossomed.
The ice flowers turned to the winter blackbird.
The ice flowers of my window gave her their stems.
Build your nest for us, winter blackbird!
And spring will come.
It's beautiful, thank you friend @ty-ty:)
It turned out very poetic and in some ways even true...but this is not a window and not frozen glass ... :-))