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 ♥
How beautiful ink drawing it looks like. Great composition and processing!
shadow trees the ink
Thank you x
like a hazy memory
of what once was
the stickled warm regard
of Summer’s song
into the bark
beneath white velvet
drinking each melt
the hint of fire
calling out names
and the wind
This is soft and warm Edward and I especially love the last three lines. Thank you ♥
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