Vines Narbonne


Reaching up to the sky
Long arms miles high
Up to fairytales and clouds
Out of distance of barking hounds

Stretching tendrils thin and long
Caring not for right, nor wrong
To the sun in the sky
Hot and cold, wet and dry

Leaves and flowers
Sun and shade
And a place and that they have made

Dirt and water
Sky and fire
Out of reach, climbing higher

Poem By Alexandria O’Brien

Photos ©Elena Perez 2014


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