This photography essay was submitted to Edge of Humanity Magazine by Photographer Tony Edenden.
Winning bet
France
Racing spectators
Chantilly, France
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Longchamp Racecourse, Paris, France
Bournemouth, England
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Hat
Chantilly, France
Stratford upon Avon, England
Prix Diane Longines, Chantilly, France
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By Tony Edenden
Silence of the desert
Wind and sand
Heat and thirst
Where to go
What to do
I feel alone
In this desert
Where is your voice
who gave me life
Cut me once
Not in a slice
Silence of the desert in my heart
Why am I alone, why are we apart?
Where are you Yaz
Tu eres mi Paz
I’m writing your name
on this desert sand
I want to hold your hand
I feel weak in my knees
Oh God! there are no trees
I want to hear your voice
For that I can pay any price
Air is whispering in my ears
Don’t shed your tears
With him I’ve no fear
I want you here
Why are you so far my dear?
Let’s cross this desert
Let’s sing a love song
Let’s dance on this sand
Let’s break the silence
Let’s make love
on the sand of…
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I lie beside her and watch her back rise as her lungs fill with air. She breathes so carelessly in her slumber. She holds her breath deep in her lungs for the faintest of moments before she exhales and her body melts into the softness of the bed. A smile creases her lips as my fingertips graze her shoulders; firmly enough for her to feel my presence, but light enough so as not to rouse the muse twisted between my sheets. Her lips curl so gracefully in the corners, her cheeks dimple in response. This woman, this muse of mine is beautiful; from the crown of her head down to the tip of her delicate toes. And as I lie beside her and watch the rhythmic movement of her breath I can’t help but imagine how glorious it would be to shrink myself so that I can explore every inch…
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the line became blurred
some time way back
between the page
and my life
I live the moments
I do
I finish
I accomplish
I do all life calls for
but it is on the page
and only on the page
where I am who I am
why do I hide
and is this me
if not, who am I to be?
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