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 ♥
staring into space
for the dust to clear
he reminds me
🙂 reminds me of me too ….. really beautiful poetry here Diana & love the photo with this ;))
salt the tongues
of the rivers that pull
the clouds from undone
every branch is another place
to be lost without knowing
how to find myself again
or a place where wax or
wings aren’t needed to fly or
and we realize, all that we ever needed we were already bleeding, with the certainty of emptying our souls in the clouds and rivers with tears, out on a limb, ready to fly…
Thank you Edward, for absolutely perfect poetry for my photo xx
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