Against the bright pink walls Facing outside, Through the wooden framed window With the polished iron border I would wait, twinkling eyes Looking out to him Who would run home, His tiny satchel in his tiny hand And the smiling face My feelings only she could understand Who ,like me, has waited through the day… Continue reading The Rusty Window
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"I had never expected myself to be so emotional"
The ark is waiting for you with the mighty tides of poetry. What do you wait for?
Papers and Canvas boards are not only where you find poetry and art.
Who decides your moments of melancholy and moments of delight?
Everyone is made up of two forms. Forms which surface at different times.