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 ♥
one calculated drop at a time
praying to never deplete
the diminishing well
the texture is amazing, absolutely surreal
thank you sir 🙂
This is stunning! A prayer every writer pray – for that well to never go dry. Beautiful – K
Thank you Kathleen x
Beautiful palette! Thanks for following euzicasa!
Thank you again and its a pleasure to follow back 🙂
reminds me, elementally, of Thomas Cole’s Voyage of Life into Manhood
is there a song to sing, to hear the waves, the lap language of time in fingers,
rivers collect the dust in the clouds and here we are hearing the words, splash after splash
quiet roars, the insistence of the dark to be seen is always heard first and we know this
throwing caution, like a handful of posies as wishes into the water, just to watch the sound
of how emptying is like any other part of our humanity, waiting to be filled, before depleted
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