My forearm Has your fingers circled around it My waist Your hands meeting each other The tattoo of your movement Across the salt of my plains You chisel my rise and fell my present Into your eyes I tumble As velvet dark becomes elongating heaven Your fingers brush my cries with storm I am beneath […]
Whatever you think you have lost at any given time, can always be found in the aptness of your words.
Thank you so much my lovely friend thank you xo
Opals bring tears I’ve heard, but why not tears of joy, sharing precious time, trails of life left on our cheeks
Glorious. So well done!
You’re most welcome.
I appreciate YOU
Thank you so much dearest Bill
Ah, Opals. I love them but they have a strange mojo
As I do you. Yes, ma’am.
They are beautiful, and yes mysterious energy …
The pleasure is mine, Candice. Love your work.
The pleasure is mine, Candice. Love your work!
Such vivid imagery 💚
Beautifully voiced and your images both in word and picture are so very interesting.
Thank you so very much for your lovely comment i really really appreciate that and you thank you