Get Back to School with Redbubble – Shop Here! or Win Stuff Here!
A jasmine scent echoes your skinAnd your smile lightens the moonWhen you walk, a horse to a mule,Beside me.
And your smile fades into the nightA shadow misconstrued in words across the seaWaves goodbyeInto finity.Whispers, whispers.
Currently unavailable for purchase
Amateur photographer living in Provence. Middle-aged, middle-income, too much of a middle.
These are excellent, even if you say no 1,000 times.
The whispers are sometimes what one holds on to in the hope of light falling on the shadows to make words sea worthy again…x