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 ♥
en plein air
however rich/ the colors of Autumn/ it is with pain; I miss, emerging black.
I remember all
your stains of Spring
in the pains of Autumn
arching against the grain
where the weight of water
is your daughter birthing
into the dark again too
Love this Diana! You have a gift, truly.
Thank you Apryl, for both your visit here and your sweet comment x
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