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 ♥
You made me smile, actually!
This reverberating space in between/ & the silent dialogue/ this may stretch to eternity/ let the time flow/ for the artist there is so much to tell & show.
as time flies
do you remember sister
that cast us here
between our breath
between the rhythm
and the stain
of purpose pausing
to catch any sound
bent passing by
we might play
what we might say
when breaking quiet nears
where the eyes capture
but a fraction
in a world
so filled with ears
And i think that’s exactly what they would say Edward…and we’ll ask them one day soon x
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