You move in haze within my headspace. Slow down. Hold still. Someone is circling a little lower than the angels. Blissful I am (even though...)
Roots grow deeper; in ways we can't conceive. From beneath the ground you stare at me, daring me to blink. Blissful I am (even though...)
Calm down. Be still. We've got plenty of time to kill. Take me in, under your skin and bury me deep in love. Blissful I am (even though...)
Preoccupied, like a moth with the light, I came to your party dressed as a shadow. No one imperils, love evades. Yet, blissful I am (even though you're gone).
The balloons to express how fragile our life is? How fragile love is.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate how your images always insire me to think. And, how poetic they are.
giati mou thimise romero ayto to post sou?
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afereses keimeno file mou?
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@Ο ψευτικος Πετρος:Ρομερο!Wow,απιστευτη τιμη!Σ'ευχαριστω για τα καλα σου λογια Πετρο.Λεξεις, μολις χ8ες προσ8εσα.Ελπιζω να ειναι αρκετα αφαιρετικες και διολου επεξηγηματικες(για να μην στερουν κατι απο τους πολλους τροπους που καποιος μπορει να 'διαβαζει' μια φωτο)
ReplyDelete@Every Photo Tells A Story:Once again,I am honored Miss Libra!And once again,you are so accurate in your comments.The reasons for using the ballons were exactly the ones you state.And a need to underline with what you are left with when the party is over...