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 ♥
Love this one, Diana!
Each day/ His open invite/ to reach out & feel/ visions, dreams & ideas/ that you may share/ when you meet/ someone with an empty stare!!!
smearing coal ash past
the edge of capitulation
a shadow dances
in the brush marks
of what the stars have
poured through the window
propped open with every heart
we pin to its sill
as we reach to fill
every still life
of moving parts
that Love can spill onto
another great piece Diana
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