She stood reverently,
bowing her head,
hoping to find herself,
there was no-one around,
and that was what she wanted.
She began to walk,
trying to stay focused,
but what was the point?
But then she knew,
she must do this,
that beautiful
nunnery.
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Image credit: Yasmin Onuș @Unsplash
This image shows a long stone corridor with repeating arches, where soft sunlight creates dramatic shadows and highlights the historic architecture. Mardin, Türkiye
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #327 photo prompt.
luna's on line 
A very beautiful poem for this image Chris. Thanks for joining in dear friend.
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Such a beautiful photo, Sadje! So many avenues to play with this one, and also I had a look on Google. Fascinating!
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Thank you so much Chris.
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I think this must be a very peaceful and focused life.
Which oddly reminds me … there’s a condition called “Nun’s Knees” aka prepatellar bursitis — and the kneecap swells from repetitive kneeling. Occupational hazard.
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Fortunately I have never been a nun. Just visiting an amazing cathedral.
(nun’s knees – I’ll remember that!)
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Lovely words for a lovely image Chris 💞
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Thanks so much, Ange! 😊
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This is a soul stirring poem which amalgamates the urge for inner quest with the architectural wonder of the place of worship – a nunnery
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You have put this so well, Geeta – thank you so much.
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gotten thee there thence
and hence better off too!
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Good for you too!
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I imagine even nuns have doubts, sometimes. A lovely take, Chris
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Thanks a lot, Keith!
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That has got to be a weighty decision!
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