Your soul is a garden of roses. Eternal. Shielded in strength. Evermore beautiful. ~ forehead kiss
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“Write our story,” she says. It’s warm in the shoebox of her room. The ceiling is high and vaulted, walls the palest shade of blue: ‘frost,’ as designer’s coo. If one looks up, one can imagine an open roof and paper-white clouds. The windows are long to let in light. There is a view of a tot playground. My mother sits for hours in … Read More
+ say it
one of life’s great truths, the simpler the better.
Seated at a roadside table Her knee pressed yours One timeless moment You can’t forget The girl with the rain soaked eyes. She holds sorrow as a mother holds a newborn babe Gently, softly And you are young again and safe In the arms of the girl with the rain soaked eyes. You’ll say you’ve moved on yet find yourself lost in the folds … Read More The Girl With The Rain- soaked Eyes
He was like a steamship coursing an endless sea, always traveling somewhere else. Far away and faded from distance and memory to reappear on a winter’s morning. All I’d ever wanted was for him to stay awhile. He’d drop anchor having found his home in me. We’d find joy as hoarfrost turned to blossoms. In truth, we were lovers snatching moments. Memories danced from projector … Read More
Such a pretty tale you whisper In the honeyed middle of a night Of ships and sails, silver and gold While moon beams bathe the veiled dark We cast pearls upon the sea One for love and two for loss Three, for rumpled dreams Awakening to shaken rain Each word spoken, locked within. https://mymodernmet.com/julie-de-waroquier-photography/ Julie de Waroquier Photography