go away
forever pink
The swan raises its wings and falls from above
the flower whispers and the ballet wakes up
carries the memory of heaven
it reflects one of the most beautiful learnings, and also the things that are laughed at: the dance, the sound of the bird piercing its beak, the beaks remind of such wood, so hard, almost atypical for an animal to have a part of its body, such waxy wood; the temptation to look into the eyes - even for a moment,
and ended Love Fish (like a lighthouse)
her way is a sport of rarefied sensibility, like walking down the street, but it is more than that. Every flower has a name
also dreams
Isn't it strange that flowers have roots?
they are so divine
it's an interesting creature, so heavenly yet so grounded. a gift to the earth. angels to see, to witness. I would also like to have roots, I really do
it's nice that's why I know the soil so intimately, what we call dirt, so it's so good and grounding to dig into it when I feel closer to home
forever pink
The swan raises its wings and falls from above
the flower whispers and the ballet wakes up
carries the memory of heaven
it reflects one of the most beautiful learnings, and also the things that are laughed at: the dance, the sound of the bird piercing its beak, the beaks remind of such wood, so hard, almost atypical for an animal to have a part of its body, such waxy wood; the temptation to look into the eyes - even for a moment,
and ended Love Fish (like a lighthouse)
her way is a sport of rarefied sensibility, like walking down the street, but it is more than that. Every flower has a name
also dreams
Isn't it strange that flowers have roots?
they are so divine
it's an interesting creature, so heavenly yet so grounded. a gift to the earth. angels to see, to witness. I would also like to have roots, I really do
it's nice that's why I know the soil so intimately, what we call dirt, so it's so good and grounding to dig into it when I feel closer to home