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 ♥
the last bridge
you have to burn
to get to me
Iron works, light works, vision works.
Dig this too.
These iron lungs/ that connect/ the mundane to breathing life/ have intricate maze/ just like abstract thoughts/ to creative perceptions.
Yeah, wow. Speechless, nearly.
Thank you Tom 🙂
That is very good 🙂
Thank you very much 🙂
Love that description – tatted steel. Beautiful imagery and words as usual sweet friend. They always stay with me long after I’ve left the page. (Hugs) Indigo
Thank you Indigo ♥
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