Things are scrambled now
Like a wild haunting fire
& burning ever the same
Nothing winds down while
Holding on so tightly
Flowers named Jenny
Look like us neath the moon
When we were twisted & bright
In black waters.
Let us sail this sea, no harboring.
3 comments:
Did you write this? If so, you are extremely talented, and that photo is just haunting. Great blog!
hello, yes all the words (and some of the photos) on this blog are written by me. thank you so much for your compliments. xx
your blog, your photos and words - it's all SO enchanting and pretty. i love it.
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