Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
the wind spoke today
in the language of pine needles,
one million loud
and the gritty scrape of burnt-offering clouds
across a riven sky
I like this language of “pine needles”
I Love! this combination of Poem and Picture. Gorgeous!
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